Where I’m From
March 1, 2018
I am from toads tickling my once tiny toes in the in the short stubbly grass
And dogs waking me up by pouncing on my stomach like a treat
From caring parents and loving families to crazy bike rides
I am from gravel in my face from my fall in the fields
To chasing groundhogs with my dogs
And finding baby bunnies resting on my feet
I am from words I can never get out of my head
To endless pages of journals
With drawings of monsters only my mind can dream of
Where I’m from never stops.