I am.

by EB

I am.

I am from apple pie and poached peaches. I am from the moon and the sun, from my brother’s evil laugh and the sweet soft chuckle of my sister-in-law.

I am from the bee’s buzz and the apple blossoms blooming in my backyard.

I am from skulls and schools. I’m from the love of my family and the soft sound of old rock-and-roll. I am from that’s not right and you always mess up.