|flower of the military brat|
I am from beloved dolls, from bubble wands and crabapple trees.
I am from bright colors and playful spirits,
Bookshelves and stacked boxes.
I am from dandelions and low-branched trees.
I am from reused Christmas cards and bony fingers;
From blue eyes and Edmond and receding chins.
I am from bookworms and individuals.
From the Don't Mess Up My Systems,
From the Act Your Ages and Same Differences.
I am from Noah's sons and Peter's vision.
I am from camoflague and brown-tan boots,
From dog tags and moving vans.
I am from first grade kisses.
I am from purple mountains and shining seas,
From liberty in law and patriot dream.
I am from unrecorded family trees.
From unknown countries and untold tales,
From unwritten history and unshared ancestry.
I am from America, and that's enough for me.