I am from Music
From Rock and Roll
I am from the home in the basement of a daycare.
I am from cauliflower, bushy and bright
I’m from fishers and engineers
From Armando and Maria
I’m from the ones who are late and the hardworkers
From “be quiet!” to “speak up!”
I’m wondering about the world
I’m from the little town of Poco
Burnt meals and canned food
From the time I could’ve drown
The memories in photos
That are locked away in books.
They’re all dear to me.
