Where I'm From

I'm a sucker for creativity.  Especially in my kids.  What can I say...I think they are some of the best people on earth!  Timothy recently brought home from school a creative writing project that I just loved.  I'm sure that he's not nearly as thrilled with it as I am, after all, it was coerced creativity--not the easiest thing in the world, especially for someone who doesn't typically express his creativity with words.  I had to share it though, so here it is:

Where I'm From

I am from videogames and TVs,

Computers and laptops

and from Legos piled on the floor.

I am from mud pies and dirt cakes,

and oddly shaped anthills,

which got trampled at first sight.

I'm from Ana and Jack,

Mexico and Canada,

even some Italian.

Wake up and Go to sleep,

Come here and Go away,

are more familiar than they need to be.

I'm from Deep Fried to Broiled,

Scrambled to Poached,

all with a little sauce.

I am from the long, repetitive

prayers at night,

and reading my long, dreary

devotional book.

Through every computer document,

and every jam-packed storage box,

unfolds the many vast memories

from my family's tree.