Where I'm From

Where I’m From

I am from the rusted fence that runs three yards wide, from Barbie jeeps and toad hunts.

I am from the bleak yellow house at the end of the road, where cars rush by and never notice.

I am from the greenest grass, blackest pavement, and best place to observe the seasons, the street lights, sidewalks and city nights.

I’m from the beaches of Hampton Bays and brown eyed beauties. From Elizabeth, Mary and Melissa.  

I’m from big opinions and even bigger hearts. 

From water off a ducks back and this too shall pass.

I’m from young love that didn’t end up working out.

I’m from a world of nations, red white and blue, green white and orange, all the colors of the rainbow.

Mac and cheese and eggs over-easy.

From the debate of which parent I resemble more.

 I am from everywhere and everything, fresh air and birds that sing, once a Laser now a King, cause you never know what tomorrow brings. 

Little Throne- Narrative Poetry

Little Throne

Little girl on her little throne,

all her worries away.

She reads and sings, full of warmth

she just wants to play.

Her smile so sweet, her tired eyes on,

been busy as a bee.

She cozies up on her thrown,

awaiting her kingdom to see.

She rests those tired little eyes,

some sleepy dust she’ll borrow.

Her dreams of princes, castles and dragons await her,

and she wakes on her thrown tomorrow.