Un poème pour maman.
I am from laundry chutes,
from Cheese Whiz and Racko games
I am from the personalized spoons, porcelain dolls
and decorative plates
lining the dining room walls.
I am from the avocado plants, impatiens
and the cedar hedges
(that were prickly and scary)
I am from fondue on Christmas eve
and sneaking brown sugar in the blue plastic cup
from Leslie Gore and Bette Midler
and shopping in Novi for clothes.
I am from Family Jeopardy, Jelly Belly
and the Wangdoodles
From gushers in your stocking,
chocolate chip cookies in the microwave,
winning contests and bike rides at Eastlake.
I am from the worriers (“I don’t want to find you dead on the side of the road somewhere”)
and chinese food in the tv room.
From Erica Kane and Jackson Montgomery.
I am from lobsterfests and Sunday school,
from Phar-Mor, Albertson’s and Paperback Palace
I’m from Kingsville, spaghetti with cheese and diet coke
From the bowling league champion and the dentist.
I am from home videos that I will cherish forever,
memories that will last a lifetime.
Bubbles, Cata, Buzz, Norbert
I love you Mommy!
(poem based on Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon)