“Where I’m From”

“Where I’m From”
I am from the scattering of places,
the many movings make me who I am.
I am from the cold distant east, the frigid north, and the Peach State,
moist as can be.

I am from silver snow up to your knees,
and chilly weather half the year.
I am from immense amounts of oil,
still to be revealed.
I am from emerald colored trees,
which together create a gigantic taiga.

I am from Magadan, a professor and computer programmer.
I am from Khabarovsk, an elegant schoolteacher.
I am from apple eyes and cinnamon eyes, the perfect pair, reassuring by “Tы это можете сделать!” (“You can do it!”), and exclaiming “Xорошо!” (“Good Job!”)

I am from lazy summer days and cold, snowy winters.
I am from scenic lawns always mint green.
I am from long rows of fruit, waiting to be collected, by people coming from entertaining hayrides.

I am from maple syrup and strawberry colored maple leafs, standing proudly on their own flag.
I am from brutal hockey and graceful figure skating, the main sports in the whole country.
I am from blizzards on November the first, scared from the fears of never seeing another day.
I am from breezy, cool summers, perfect for going to the park and playing with friends.

I am from smooth ice and clean glides.
I am from beautiful spins and jumps, so powerful they take up every ounce of your energy.
I am from the stage light put on me, while the crowd approaches silence.

I am from scorching summer days, feeling miserable from the heat.
I am from the happiness when taking refuge into the house, wondering how to live another day outside.I am from the cool, refreshing nights, perfect for a calming stroll.

I am from teenage years, funny or painful, which to choose?I am from peer pressure, forcing to do what may be either right or wrong, with only yourself to blindly make the decision.I am from thousands of sleepovers, amusing pillow fights and hilarious makeovers.I am from school, learning the right stuff, and on the way looking just right.

I am from a beautifully decorated tree, with a present just right for me.I am from a day of making food, to enjoy very much in the time to come.
I am from the fresh smell of pelemeni boiling over the stove, waiting for me to blissfully enjoy.
I am from dress-up, princesses or Santa’s Granddaughter, only for New Years for that is our tradition.

I am from the fact of life.I am from the good, a makeup from an argument and the happiness of a new start at weddings.
I am from the bad, moving, leaving friends behind and arguments.I am from funerals, mirrors turned around and candles lit among the rooms, for that is one of the many customs we carefully obey.

I am from recent events.I am from the war in Iraq and terrorists.
I am from lost memories, only to be remembered with sadness, like my cat disappearing in the late night, only to be heard by the moon and the stars.
I am from misery, even of the acutest kind.

I am from life passing and going.
I am from the past, present, and future.
I am from everything I have been through, good and bad.and I will be what is yet to be discovered.