This is a poem that I wrote and entered into our school poetry contest!
I Am From Rainy Days and
Weekly Family Reunions
Mikayla Douglas
I am from cold, miserable rainy days,
The kind when all you can do is stay inside
And beg for it to stop,
Old VCR movies on tiny television
screens,
And poufy princess dresses.
I am from the “SNAP! CRACK,” of obnoxious
fireworks Daddy made every 4th of July,
Lying in the bitter sweet smelling
grass waiting for the day to go by,
And the constant wonders of, “who am
I?”
I am from cookies left on the kitchen
counter,
Low enough to whisper to me
And tempt me to snatch a few,
Muddy footprints on the hardwood
floors,
And big blue eyes,
Like the color of an empty swimming
pool on a hot summer day,
That are always noticed.
I am from the smell of freshly roasted
coffee being grounded at every moment of every day,
Family only a few minutes away,
And living the life of a mistake child
From “16 and Pregnant”.
I am from being a beautiful dancer,
To being a pop star like the amazing
Hannah Montana,
To being a gorgeous model in every
magazine known to man;
All when I was eight
In my bedroom, of course.
I am from picking plums off of trees we weren't supposed to go near,
Daring my older (boy) cousins to touch
the fish in Na’s “toxic” green pond,
And running around in her vast, grassy
field
Until I couldn't feel my legs.
I am from loud individual karaoke in
the shower,
The big truck we cleverly named
Slurpee,
And the motorcycles in Na and Pa’s
garage
I’ve always dreamed of riding.
I am from Aunt Sheryl’s top secret
guacamole recipe,
Na’s famous “Melt-In-Your-Mouth- Pancakes”
every Saturday,
And messy marshmallows
Deliciously roasting over a fire.
We helped gather the wood.
I am from finding friends in the
funniest of places,
Eating peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches every single day for lunch,
And long, luscious curls freely
swaying down to my lower back.
I am from “shut up”,
“Go outside and find something to do”,
“This game is for boys only”,
And, “Suck it up, princess”.
I am from mysterious long car rides,
Whose destinations Daddy would always
try to surprise me with,
Skating during the latest hours at
Skate World,
And riding my two-wheeler on wet,
Oregon pavement.
I am from church every Sunday morning,
Always say your daily prayers,
And songs that we would hear
repeatedly
Until the tune would be stuck in our
heads
For the rest of the week.
I am from family reunions every
weekend, Enormous hamburger and re-fried bean feasts,
And teddy bear shaped chocolate cake
with chocolate icing,
That I would assist spreading.
I am from an unforgettably tragic
divorce,
Choosing sides,
And the worst of heartaches.
But the uplifting Kelly Clarkson CD
Eased the pain during that time in our
“all girl party house.”
I am from tracing raindrops as they
fall down the car windows,
Watching Daddy play his video games
before bedtime,
And making Mama colorful pictures from
school to hang on the refrigerator.
I am from the pictures of “Disorderly
Children” (cousins) on Na’s wall,
The squawking bird that would repeatedly
ask,
“What’s up, doc?”
Memories that stay in the back of my
mind like a file folder;
Easy to access and take things out to
smile about.
I am from Wegner and Douglas,
Good manners no matter where you are,
And “just have a good time while
you’re at it.”
I am from a house of fun,
I am from a house of order and strict
manners,
And from those, I am who I am, today,
And always will be.
Hope you liked it!
