Where I'm From

I am from high heels,

From Mark Fisher, and Steve Madden.

I’m from the soccer games

and scratches on my knees.

I am from the unpurposely grown,

Yellow daisies by the fence.

From the tall green grass across the front porch,

and the clothespins blown away

by the wind on the back porch.

I am from the small home

crowded with friends.

With an aroma of vanilla candles,

and big paintings on the walls.

I am from Friday movie nights,

And dark seductive eyes,

From Judith and Lorenzo’s branch,

the passionate, poetic, predictable,

Hayes family.

I am from the now and then strict, but laidback parents,

From the grumpy face to the big Bugs Bunny smiles.

I am from the lack of religion, I believe in God,

But I don’t go to church.

I’m from Miami, Florida and Honduras.

From the divorce of my grandparents,

both of them attending the same events,

but in different rooms.

I am from the overprotective dad,

And mama’s homemade cupcakes.

I am from the large albums filled with family pictures,

that lay in Florida and

Honduras,

secured in the wooden shelves.

I am from those moments.

A root that has stayed strong,

and although it softens,

will never break.