Where I’m From Poem -Emily

Matthew Boerger

I am from Strawberry Ice-Cream sodas.

From Morgan’s Drugstore and George’s Heart.
I am from the window of my bedroom looking across the street.
(Fresh, Dark,
You can taste the morning coffee.)
I am from heliotropes,
In momma’s garden
Where she would tend to plants
With her true lovingness.

I am from homework problems and helping George,

from school and my heart.
I am from the innocent and kind,
From sun up to sundown.
I’m from religion
With the scripture in my arms
And gospels I can recite myself.

I’m from Grover’s Corner New Hampshire,

From coffee and malts,
From the paper my father read
In the afterlife is where I stay
Old faces passing by,
Not noticing being able to speak to me
To torture my existence.
I am from those memories--
Always misunderstood--
Ceasing to be with the ones I love