(This is a rewrite of the famous poem of George Ella Lyon)
I am from red flowers,
from white butterflies, and creaking wood.
I am from the sound of rain outside my window.
(Transparent, loud,
it smelled like laughter.)
I am from the Narra tree,
the calamansi fruit
that flavoured my food from
long, long ago.
I’m from trees and music,
from Baltasar and Jusi.
I’m from the loving ones
and the quiet ones,
from ‘I love you’ and ‘Goodnight’.
I’m from books that smell like moss
with pristine pages
hidden away in my dad’s shelves.
I’m from Winston and Cecile’s Branch,
orange juice and chocolate cake.
from the bandana of my friend that gets
stolen by my brother,
the laughs we shared when planning an adventure.
Inside my head is a worn down journal.
in that are drawings
and a list of my friends
so I could see them wherever I go.
I am from those moments—
bloomed into a buttercup,
hidden in my garden.
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