This is Where I’m From.
Shane doesn’t like writing poetry, but he wrote this for English class. I know it’s supposed to be my blog, and I should write everything, but I am just so proud. Today, Shane is writing my blog for me. I will just sit back and read it. And again. And again.
Shane had a vision processing disorder when he was young, and couldn’t read without the words jumping around on the page. He went through years of therapy, just to be able to get through a Dr. Seuss book. Now he’s writing poetry, and I cry every time I read it.
There’s a ton of depth and meaning in this thing. Anyone know the shooting star story? Shane does. Anyway, I just love it. So here it is.
This is Where I’m From
I am from the radio of pop music
From peaceful songs and horror stories
I am from the white and black home
Where the smooth walls are ecstatic to see you
I am from the sycamore tree
With leaves of green, It continues to grow
I’m from celebrating Christmas and loving my family
From William and Keith
I’m from playing games and eating dinner
And from using electronic devices
I’m from I love you to the moon and back and you’re mine
And you’re my angel baby
I’m from Pizza and movie night
I’m from the United States and Maryland
Pancakes and Chicken Saute
From a shooting star
And making people happy
I am from the bible
On the book shelf
I am from Christianity
The peace that it brings to my family