Where I Am From

I am from grass,
from Kleenex and soccer balls.
I am from my backyard that’s so full of life,
That is beautiful during all the seasons.
I am from the dogwood trees shooting out of the mulch,
and the reeds thriving in the yard,
whose soft seeds seemingly float in the wind.

I am from mooncakes,
that my family devour during Mid-Autumn Festival Day,
and dark brown eyes,
same as mom and dad and little bro.
I am from the doctors and teachers,
that my relatives are.
From Chinese poems,
and lessons and morals that my parents repeat.
I am from believing in what I wish,
doing what I think is right.


I’m from Ohio and China,
and the rice and noodles that I crave.
From the stories of my grandfather hiding in the
mountains during World War II,
the climbing of the Yellow Mountain,
and the college that my parents attended.
I am from the picture albums in the 3^rd floor closet,
full of pictures of my relatives,
and the happy memories of my childhood.

I am from those moments,
but I rest in one of those greener branches.
I will become an older one,
Laden with leaves full of memories and wisdom,
As soon as time flows by.

Sixth Grade English Class Assignment
March 2012