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I am from coffee grounds
From music notes and tennis racquetsÂ
I am from the cherry treeÂ
(Dark green, abundant and tastes sour)Â Â
I am from tulips
The red and yellow petals that bloomed every springÂ
I’m from sugar cookies and eyeglasses
From Savitha and Raj
I’m from the planners and road tripsÂ
From “Please wash your hands” and “Aim for the stars”
I’m from Christmas mornings, and Diwali fireworks
I’m from Clinton Township, spicy potato fries and starbursts
From my dad moving across the world for college at 20 for a better future.
The time my grandfather secretly gave me candy before bed.
On a high shelf in the closet is a stack of photo albums and DVD’s, that is carefully documented by my mother
I am from these laminated pages that have wrinkled over time and stick together just like my family.Â
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