Where I’m from Poem

I am from water bottles

from cereal boxes and paper

(bright and nostalgic)

I am from the tulips

The oak tree

I am from red packets and potlucks

from Calvin and Julie

I’m from hoarders and givers

and from humble and loving.

I’m from birthdays and Christmas trees pickings

and cherish whats around not whats on the table

I’m from card games

I’m from Austin and my grandmas house

Stir fry and dumplings

from death of my grandpa

his loyalty to friends and family

gloomy and dark day

Owned a supermarket, always looked like a million bucks, and his jade bracelet

Back in China, in my mind, and on my grandmas hand

unforgettable