I am from shivering cold winters,

Where the snowmen towered over me

And the conifers grazed the sky.

I am from puffy jackets

And too many layers of mittens and socks

To keep me warm.

I am from the cul de sac across the street,

Where I learned to ride my bike

And where the neighbors gathered

For friendly parties. 

I am from north and south,

Both places my home. 

I am from pear trees that

Provided a bed made from branches,

And picnics in the treehouse

with my siblings.

I am from sending letters to my

Brother’s room across the hall

In a remote control car

And walkie talkies

That allowed us to talk even into

The late hours of the night.

I am from the unwavering strength

Of my mother,

And her ability to put others before her

Time and time again.

I am from family.