Poem Brainstorming

I'm From

 

I am from the red brick house
 whose inner walls are covered with mom's pictures.
I am from the back deck full of family and friends
 by the crackling wood burning fire pit roasting gooey marshmallows
 for s'mores.
I am from big old oak trees in the front yard
 whose almost dead branches hang by threads.
I am from the crystal chandelier inside the front door
 by the Steinway grand piano in the bay window.

 

 

 

 

 I'm from warm chocolate chip waffles covered in whipped cream,

 the hot plate of scrambled eggs, and the heaping pile of bacon
 early Saturday morning.
I'm from my wet puppy after a troublesome, long-dreaded bath on a hot summer day.
I'm from homemade dinners mom always cooked after a long day at work and the many warm, homemade
 pies and cookies smelling up the house for dessert.
I'm from campfires in the late, fall evenings and the pollen seeping through the
 open windows of the house on the weekend.

 

 

 

I'm from church bells singing as the car rolled into the parking lot across the street
 from the Cathedral Sunday morning.
I'm from many beautiful sounds of the grand piano late in the evening before bed.
I'm from laughter every where family was.
I'm from many neighborhood dogs barking early in the morning and little kids splashing
 in the pool out back.
I'm from music coming from the radio and the TV that was always on even if nobody
 was sitting and watching it.

 

  I am from long hours on planes flying to Ireland, Italy, and 42 of the 50 states.

I am from the soccer field since birth with bleachers full of fans under the stadium lights.

I am from the Pittsburgh Steelers, Penguins, and Pirates.
I am from Penn State football on Saturday afternoons.
I am from pizza every Friday night at the same little Italian shop (Dottavio's).
I am from pain is only temporary, and if you let it, it will help form who you are
 in the future.
I am from strength doesn't come from what you can do, but yet overcoming the things
 you once thought you couldn't.