I am from cell phones, from Motorola and Verizon.

I am from the red two story on the left, can’t miss it, the brown one story, with the white minivan next to the two story

I am from the pepper plant in the back porch, the daisies we could never run near

I am from tamales every other week and big, rigid noses, and T** and J**** and J***

I am from the naturally loud conversations and sassiness thrown left and right and up and down

From the calm down J****’s and the you ate everything and now you’re so picky’s

I am from John 3:16 and he died for you and your sins, from Jeremiah 29:11 and, see, there’s no need to stress, He’s got it!

I'm from Chicago, Germany, and the Inca, tamales and burgers

I am from the big bookshelves with no books, the little table next to the kitchen table, the night tables with a different lamp and matching clock

From play with me to leave me alone, from 5 to 2 cause wow everyone’s so old, from the two story with the van in front, to the one story with the van in front