Growing Up Poem

Remember Where We Come From

My teacher Mrs.McCune taught me how to write poetry. This is the first poem I ever wrote in her class. Thank you for being the best teacher ever!

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Where I'm From

© more by Chelsey Scott

Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the author.

I am from the bobby pins
From the pony tails and Barney
I am from the tree house my stepdad built
Form the tire swing below
I am from the tall grass
Form the games of hide and seek and tag

I am from the baby dolls and Barbie dolls
I am from the blanket underneath my bed,
Which I still hold close when I'm feeling sad
Form the monkey my stepdad bought me the day he left
I am from the crushes on boys
From the heartaches and heartbreaks
That still hasn't changed

I am from the failing dreams
Form the feelings of disbelief
I am from the sadness
I am from the happiness
Form the mean big brother that takes the roll of my father
I am from the friends that were like no other

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