by Anslee N Bowman
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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My roots. Not completely but close enough.
I am from laughs and giggles
From music and singing
From house to house,
That was just my beginning.
I am from the small town of Butler
With a teacher who smoked,
Who I caught in the bathroom,
But was taken as a joke.
The trees that dance near my house
While they flow in the wind
That hugs me and holds me
Until its dark, and I have to go in.
I am from a hard working mom,
Who is nice to everyone,
Treat others the way you want to be treated
Don’t stop until the job’s done.
I am from my odd dad
He is like no other
I get my face from my mom,
And my left hand from my father.
I became my older sister
Her personality surrounds me,
Although she is away at college,
She protects me and guides me.
My little brother is my twin
He follows everywhere that I go
I am the solid figure,
And right behind me is my shadow.
I am from my little sister
I learn from her everyday
No matter what I am always beside her,
In every possible way.
Well, that is only a little information
As you can see,
For now, you know where I am from,
And now you know me.
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|Reviewed by Anslee Bowman
|Thank you Ron for reading this. Also thank you to you, Janna. I thought it would be nice to express my thoughts of my family in one of my poems.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You are a family affair. Nice little introductory poem. Thanks for joining AD and sharing with us.
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|Welcome to AD Anslee. It seems you are off to a good start and I love that you embrace family in I'm From. I'm off to read your other two writes.