My boys both had to write a poem this year about themselves. I cried reading them. I just had to share.
I AM FROM….
By Tyler Head
I am from model cars, painted dogs, and blue stripes on my wall.
I came from gas money, chipmunks,
and a pine tree in the backyard.
I am more than motorcycles racing down the road,
swooshes on a net, and shooting at targets.
I am from bats on the ceiling, superheroes on the wall,
and a smart board.
I am made of spaghetti sauce, hot spicy buffalo wings,
and great steak.
I survived my brother giving me weggies, my great grandpa
dying, and not seeing “Tractor Grandpa” very much.
I made it through being a twin, cutting my foot,
and learning how to read.
I have been in Arizona, Hawaii, and sometimes in trouble.
I will be a quarterback for the Eagles, and a dentist.
I AM IRON MAN.
I am from...
by Tanner Head
I am from oatmeal
from back packs and sports items
I am from outside, from the front yard
from the taste of ice cream and the smell of cookies
I am from the grass out front
The big Juniper out back
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own
I am from opening presents on Christmas Eve and
from Tyler and Sydney
I am from hiking and the trip to the coast on Rhody weekend
and riding in the sand dunes
I am from "eat all your dinner" and "don't say bad things to my sister"
and twinkle twinkle little star
I am from baking cookies on Christmas Eve
I am from Sisters Oregon and Ireland
hamburgers and ice cream
from my brother almost hitting a car
and jumping over ocean waves
pictures hanging on the wall
and photo albums in the office.