I'm from

the beautiful breeze that migrates in the winter,

the rubber gloves clinging to my mother's polished fingernails,

the gentle voice of my sister,

the velvet silk of a puppy's coat,

the everlasting sound of pens scraping their messages into paper,

the smell of sunscreen mixed with seashells bundled on a shore,

the flutter of rose petals rolling softly in the air,

the sound of beauty as a book page turns,

the shouts of my brothers,

the patience of my father,

and the love of the beautiful whispers that

constantly strengthen

the way I think.