An “I am from” poem I wrote about memories
I am 14 and not that experienced so please be nice but I would appreciate constructive criticism.
I am from memories.
I am from the crashing of waves against the beach on Lake Huron, swimming until my lips turn purple and shivers rack my body, building sandcastles until my kingdom is complete. I am from bedtime stories with oscar worthy performances, bunk-beds full of stuffed friends. I am from an overflowing dress up box and make-believe that felt not so pretend, I am from sisters who argue and argue but still love.
I am from chilly winter Saturday morning basketball and feeling the cold wind bite my face after. I am from crisp fall soccer games and feeling tired in a good way. I am from Girl Scouts and selling cookies on sidewalks to make a difference. I am from walking to the library and reading books in the kids corner. I am from watching reality shows with mom after dinner. I am from knowing every line of Marvel and Harry Potter movies.
I am from wearing a heavy winter jacket over my costume on Halloween and seeing the sun shine on Christmas. I am from baking, art, and music. I am from hot chocolate sips and Buddy the Elf. I am from close and I am from far.
I am from memories.