Poem:Where I'm from

I'm from the dryer

and also from the clothespins

from kleenex

I'm from the fish farm

(which pollutes the air

when the water is not changed

and also tastes good when cooked)

I'm from the flower garden

the roof

whose comfort and access to sightsee

i can never forget

as if it was my home

I'm from nature and eye glasses

from uncles and aunts

I'm from engineers

and business tycoons

I'm from God

who created me

and in some verses i can't say

the wonderful things he has done

I'm from John ruskin

cereals and hot chocolate

from my dog that got killed

by the careless drivers

from those who live in the

same building as mine

At the end of the storeroom

were memories of old faces

friends and relatives

to drift in my mind

I am from the moments

taken budding with friends

and relations

a bee in the beehive