(Inspired by Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon)
I am from my pencil pouch,
From ball-point pens and laminated drawings.
I am from the messy yard that is filled with fallen leaves from the fall season.
(Evergreen and comforting—
with the distant smell of blooming flowers of spring)
I am from the orchids sitting on the windowsill,
colorful petals with different shades of
purple, yellow, and white.
I’m from baking cookies and blunt stubbornness,
From Yan and Wen.
I’m from the detailed drawings
and the hardworking,
From “Be top in your class” and “Go play piano”.
I’m from always trying your best,
to get good results.
I’m from Massachusetts and the People’s Republic of China,
Savory fried rice, refreshing sweet milk tea.
From the stuffed animals on top of the kitchen ceiling.
The many pets that my cousins own.
The photo albums on the dusty shelf next to the TV,
always bringing laughter and love
when we look back at them.
I am from my pencil pouch,
From ball-point pens and laminated drawings.
I am from the messy yard that is filled with fallen leaves from the fall season.
(Evergreen and comforting—
with the distant smell of blooming flowers of spring)
I am from the orchids sitting on the windowsill,
colorful petals with different shades of
purple, yellow, and white.
I’m from baking cookies and blunt stubbornness,
From Yan and Wen.
I’m from the detailed drawings
and the hardworking,
From “Be top in your class” and “Go play piano”.
I’m from always trying your best,
to get good results.
I’m from Massachusetts and the People’s Republic of China,
Savory fried rice, refreshing sweet milk tea.
From the stuffed animals on top of the kitchen ceiling.
The many pets that my cousins own.
The photo albums on the dusty shelf next to the TV,
always bringing laughter and love
when we look back at them.
