Where im from :]

I am from bed time stories,
from strawberry milk and paint pallets.
I am from juice stained carpets,
(the mark nor the memory ever fading)
I am from crust-less Pb&j (credit to Sebastian)
and daily lunchables.
I'm from cooking on Saturday's and homemade dutch cookies.
from Ani Vero, to aunt Jackie
I am from embracing affection
and loud laughs.

I'm from the be yourself and
the don't care what other people think about you.
I'm from the dutch sweets and the morning un-sugared tea.
From the wall that my mother ran into as a child,
to the coffin that i saw my grandfather in.
I'm that box full of pictures that are
never stored and still keep in there envelopes.
those pictures that never come out for air,
I am that undeveloped film
you'll never know the secrets that have not yet been unleashed.


hmmmm im a tad bit rusty at poetry, but not that bad :]