Where I’m From Poem

I am from a piano,

from Wilson mitt to Titleist golf ball.

I am from the makeshift baseball field in the basement

exciting and time-consuming.

I am from the grass in the backyard,

the place I spent all my summers playing on.

I’m from football Saturdays and blue eyes,

from Travis Eugene and Renae Lynn.

I’m from farmers and baseball players,

from Knock It Off! to Play Better!

I’m from the blood stricken cross, giving new life to all.

I am from the Midwest, nachos, and fettucini.

From the grandma who lived in a boxcar,

To the mother who slept with baby calves.

I am from boxes left unopened, 

that tell me who I am, and where I’m from.