I am From poem

I am from…

I am from the white crock pot

from pumpkin scented candles filling the house and basil plants used on our meals

I am from pillow forts in the upstairs living room and dogs running around with energy that is indispensable

I am from pink rose bushes

from the park down the street which I went to at least once a day

I am from cookies for Santa and Easter egg hunts

I am from Debbie and Carlos’s branch

from princess dresses and special birthday dinners

I am from goodnight moon

I am from “did you Brush your teeth?” And “life isn’t fair”

from ” I am abuela, and not grandma”

I’m from opening one present on Christmas Eve, and only one

I am from California

From carne empanadas and red velvet cupcakes for special occasions

I am from Trevor’s messed up face by getting smashed into a retaining wall from my dog

I am from the old heartwarming memories of collections from my abuela

Tons of scrapbooks piled high into many cabinets locking up the moments from those times not to be forgotten.

My Grandparents

My grandparents from my mothers side of the family live in Chicago Illinois. My parents have been planning for a while to go to San Diego this weekend, so they called my grandparents to come in to town, and stay with my brothers and me. I don’t get to see them very much, maybe once or twice a year, and I am the one who usually goes to visit them. I love spending time with them because they are funny and always make me laugh. They got here Wednesday morning and they are leaving next Thursday. I’m glad I got the chance to see them, and I’m happy they have enjoyed coming.