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I Am From MAG
I am from
My green blankey and
Climbing out of my crib
From playing mermaid in the bathtub.
I am from walking my dog,
And the noise he made when I step on his tail.
I am from my sheep nightlight
And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain Bears.
I am from spinning until
I can’t tell where I am and
Seeing the world upside-down.
I am from long days at school
And hurrying home to watch Pokémon.
From chocolate-chip cookies at
Grandma’s house.
I am from July days in the pool
And running through the sprinklers.
From my imaginary friends and
The games we used to play like
Doctor and patient and teacher and student.
I am from trips to the grocery store
And that time I fell out of the cart onto the
Sticky linoleum floor.
I am from the tap tap tap
Of my tap shoes that one week
That I decided to be a dancer.
I am from trying new things.
I am from rainy days
And board games,
Saturday cartoons and Cheerios.
I am from walks on the beach
And the sand on my feet,
And not wanting to go home after vacation.
I am from Barbies and Polly Pockets
From playing with my sister,
The other half of me.
I am from books and flashlights
And pens and paper.
From silence to screaming.
I am from tears on my pillow
And unanswered cries.
From holding your hand
And that look in your eyes.
I am from past and present
And dreams of the future.
I am from hard work and
Harder play.
And I am from writing down my thoughts
On a midsummer’s day.
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This poem is really well written. I really liked in the first stanza when you said "My green blankey and Climbing out of my crib." That was really good voice content!
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im a dancer and a writer too!! :]
