I am from bunk beds, from old furniture and messy piles

I am from the farmhouse

I am from the woods, bay windows, porch swings and open fields

I am from foggy windows, family dinners, from DiMartinos, Avilas and Smiths

I am from loud dinner tables, Italian cookies and Red Sox

From I will never be enough and I will always love you

I am from Jesus

I’m from New York, from pizza and pasta with homemade sauce

From the “drive safe”s, the “goodnight I love you”s, and the “ok then”s

I am from the organized, the clean, the messy and disorganized

From frosting, shrimp cocktail and crackers & cheese

From the sacrificial, hard working, determined and loving

This is where I am from