I am From Poem

I am from where you would most expect it

From many majestic maple trees

Inside our cozy complex

I am from viciously eating hot pancakes on the table

To the refreshing walks to school

I am from frigid cold ice rinks

From dedication and perfect practice makes perfect

I am from tremendous victories and devastating, demeaning, defeats

From warm, spring downfall

To scorching summer heat on my late July birthday

I am from succulent, cimamony, homemade apple pie

I am from loving, large, family get togethers

And silently listening to the Beatles soothingly

              On those long, friendly drives with my dad     

So many moments I was glad to have had

I am from many Playoff disappointments

And the rare miraculous comeback

I am from working with 110% effort until my brain is jello coming out of my ears

From a clink when we are saying “Cheers”

To the relaxing feel of a PlayStation controller in my hand on a weekend morning

I am from “good night pumpkin”

Fist pumps with my dad

And not to mention

I am from my little childhood bedroom on the 3^rd floor