I am from Winnie the Pooh wallpaper, and stucco ceilings,

From two homes, the constant back and forth.

I am from the town home with the garden, and the water stain on the ceiling,

From the neighbor with the dog I wished was mine.

I am from choosing between electricity or heat,

From listening to my mother’s cries from the bottom step.

I am from a home of culture and shadow pictures,

From a marriage unified in the living room.

I am from a warrior who spoke only “sweet angel”,

From a puppeteer with eyes the color of bluebells.

I am from loss, and gain,

From ends, and new beginnings.

I am from unconditional love,

With no exceptions.