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Where I'm From
November 15, 2018
I am from muddy shoes
From coloring books to the hot and humid outdoors.
I am from the messy dirt surrounding my grandma’s house,
So dirty I had to wash my shoes every day.
I am from the thorn bushes
That I always ended up sticking my hand through
And would always cut me.
In my mom’s sewing room
Filled with polaroids on the wall,
To family gatherings to look back at the good times.
Always looking to see how much we have grown
And looking forward to the memories we have yet to make.
© Donna H., Barrie, ON, Canada
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This poem is about my childhood and my loving family.