I am from moving boxes, labelled and numbered, from Disney and soy milk.
I am from the military quarters with shared backyards, flags waving and Taps over the loud speakers.
I am from the tulips in spring, the petunias in summer, and the warm red tomatoes from the garden.
I am from pancakes and bacon on Saturday mornings and macabowwows, from Mary Esther, Marie and Maria.
I am from too many words that tell enthusiastic stories.
From "She’s a very nice baby" and "ok, that’s enough."
I am from Catholicism, Mass on Saturday, snacks in the fellowship room, flowing Baptismal gowns.
I’m from Yongsan Garrison South Korea, Hong Kong, California, Mexican and Chinese immigrants, hopeful for a better life. From ravioli and the Halloween Dinner.
From Daddy’s grandpa disguised as a girl, "That’s my knee!" and "Boo can’t reach it!"
I am from Mama’s half finished scrapbooks, portraits on the wall, digital pictures saved on disc and a drawer full of photo envelopes.
I am from hearts weeping through the night but finding joy in the morning.
I am from Love.
This poem is in memory of our sweet baby, Rebecca Maria. We miss you sweetheart. You have blessed us more than you know.
[I entered this poem in the writing contest at Joy in the Morning]