I am from where the Lincoln Memorial still stands,
from the Washington Monument and National Mall.
I am from the White House under the bright cyan sky.
(Cherry, Blossoms, it tasted like sour candy.)
I am from the stars and the stripes
the red, white, and blue
whose Land of the Free I remember
as if it were my own.
I’m from the Stay-at-Home and “I love you.”,
from innocent hugs and kisses.
I’m from the determined and the
from creative and caring!
I’m from technology
with a keyboard and mouse
and ten games I can play myself.
I’m from the yin and yang,
the inquisitive and the energetic worker.
From the friends I lost
to the new ones I made,
used to keep me calm.
Under my bed was a metal safe,
a river of ideas
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments-
In purple before I became a dandelion-
I am a magnet bound to the family tree.