La Poema

Yo soy de blankets

De smoothies y alarm clocks

Yo soy del leather sofa

Y el sweet smell of my mom's home cooking

Yo soy de rose

El maple whose long limbs I remember

As if they were my own

Soy de christmas y thanksgiving family

De Erin y Doug

Yo soy de loud talking, yelling

Y de family diners

Yo soy de monsters under the bed

y dinosaurs in the backyard y los ABC’s

Soy de Easter sunday

Yo soy de Portland and Scotland

Soy de Spaghetti y burgers

De my Grandfather moving from scotland to escape war

De el finger my mom lost to a pool fan

De la office with all our photos and letters