There are some assignments that you do that you hate; then there are some that just stick with you. Well this is the ladder. It's a poem that I had to write entitled "Where I'm From".
I am from Ultimate Warrior wrestling buddy,
From Andy's 'Perfect Flex'.
Iam from the fatigue felt during summer baseball in the street.
(Hot and sweat glisteningbut stoppoing wasn't an option.)
I am from the street sign;
the light post
that represented job accomplished
instead of directoin and light.
I am from circle grilled cheese and handshakes
from Grandmother and Grandfather.
I am from 'crazy' aunts
and coffee and donut 'wisdom'.
from "Yeah...?"
to "You're driving me crazy."
I'm from standing along the fence
to post game talks,
and an up lifting voice.
I'm from Phil and Ann's branch,
french fries and ice cream
From the punches in the face
in a parking lot and a snowy day
the strenght my sister had not to fold.
On a book shelf sits a binder
pictures collecting dust.
I remember first to last
tee ball to 8th grade volleyball
I am from those moments-
raised in confusion-
but will be the last branch to break from that tree.

