I am from rattles and sticky fingers

The ones you wipe a thousand times

From runny noses and sleepless nights

But never a moment to regret

I am from petals and foliage

Fragile only by appearance, but grown to endure

I am from board games and Legos

From my Mother’s strength

and from my father’s angry breath

I am from stained glass and old dusty church pews

From dancing queen to drama queen,

And the many times I have been told

“Children should be seen, not heard.”

I am from the warmth Fideo Loco

The kind that you can feel your mother’s love

And the only cure to a broken heart