From lay’s chips and cheerios I am from the grease on the stove top (oiled, slippery, with the taste of bacon)
I am from the oak tree in the backyard
Filled with animals, cheerful and pleasant
I am from the ice cream outings on the weekend
And the homemade christmas gifts
From Mother to Father
I am from brown hair and daydreams From not being able to turn the light on in the car and the tooth fairy eating the last bit of dessert.
I am from jewish, to christianity, to nothing at all
I’m from Atlanta with European ancestry Ice cream and hot brownies
From being so happy you’re unable to contain a smile.
Always being able to make someone laugh.
Under a tile in the floor lies
Images of the people i've never met, the people I long for The locket my grandmother gave me before she breathed her last breath To the new paper clippings And the number on my ancestors arms