Where I’m From….. By:J.A

I am from the windy city, all too big and busy to uncover, from the person who goes to bed thinking of the past not the present. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=chicago&m=text

I am from the water drops that fall off of my mothers rose pedals, the ones that live ‘till death in love and anger. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=waterdrop+rose&m=text

I am the guy who is afraid of everything, afraid of what I know and what I don’t know. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=monster&m=text

I am from the person who knows all the answers to every question; from the memory my abuelita lost. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=answers&m=text

I am from the box filled with cards under my bed. From my father on my 10th birthday. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=birthday+card&m=text

From the branches that fall off my family trees to the new branch coming out. From the flower blooming and then starts to walk. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=family+tree&w=809956%40N25&page=2

It leaves slowly out of your reach to all of the other amazing things in life. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=out+of+reach&page=4

I am from the neighs and fresh milk in the morning. http://www.flickr.com/search/groups/?q=horse&m=pool&w=809956%40N25&page=3

I am from the last born. From being picked on and being commanded to do others work.

Each day there is a leaf ready to fall, but a new one ready to be born. http://www.flickr.com/search/?s=int&q=leaf+falling+of+tree&m=text