I am from open lands enriched
with homes
football in the front yard
where hereos were made one bruise at a time.
I am from bar-b-ques and friends
constantly engulfing
the street light lit night
I am from "You're a Miller, what are you doing?"
chocoalte chip cookies
Pretzels
"Don't eat anything before dinner."
Oops.
I am from cracklin fires
dogs roaming freely from couch to couch
and older sisters screaming
thinking they're my second mom.
I am from chores
"Clean your room."
Ice cream man
Oops, is this before dinner?
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Your poem reminds me so much of my brother and its funny because that makes me the older sister trying to tell you what to do. But the feel of your poem reminds me a lot of my family just from a different outlook.
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