Where I’m From

By: Rhea Jain

The Baldwin School, PA, USA

I am from rough, crinkly pages,

from the thin layer of dust coating each cover

like a blanket of snow lain over rolling hills.

I am from all the different realms

these pages transport me to,

from the castles to the forests

to the wide open flower fields.

I am from the black and white at my fingertips,

from the language that plays from my heart.

I am from the warm, relaxed melodies,

from the bouncing, buzzing, beating ballads.

Iโ€™m from the place where it takes me,

from the feeling it gives me,

and from the state it leaves me in.

I am from the sun basking on my neck,

from the silver glow on the tips of the trees.

Iโ€™m from the endless green surrounding me,

the crunch of orange and red at my feet.

I am from the crisp breeze that rustles my hair,

from the waft of spice and cinnamon.

Iโ€™m from the feel of the delicacies,

warm and melting on my tongue.

Iโ€™m from the thought of my father,

constantly in my mind,

his honor and respectability

which I strive to see in myself.

I am from the childhood with my mother,

the lessons she has taught me.

From the path through life

she has dreamed for me and spun.

I am from the chocolate brown of my eyes,

and from the wonder underneath.

The eyes that see the magic in everything

around me.

The eyes that create a world only I am from.