An I Come From poem

I am from brown eyed susans,
Japanese maples, and my mothers dirt-stained overalls

I am from greek mythology, swordfights, and worn orange shirts
and wishing my parents were godly

Cluttered rooms I’ve left behind,
Filled to the brim with passions long since abandoned

I am the fireplace in my grandmother’s cabin 
Crackling with camraderie 

I am the memory of my dogs’ strong kisses
and the fur that lingers in our hallway

I am from hair dye staining our porcelain sink 
Followed by the fury of my mother

I am from sewing pins dropped on the floor
And brave bare feet

I am from my first bike
With shiny streamers on the handles 

I am from mixed patterns
Picked by my father
Worn to school

I am made of my mother's worry
my father's questions
and my brother's ambition

I am from the bamboo forest with the fallen down forts 

I am made of love, humor, blood and broccoli cheddar soup