I am from my purple and green stripped towel br from bounty and the long broom in the kitchen br I am from the dark scary attic, a coffee scented kitchen br From the rose bush hidden near my porch br The Oak tree covering my backyard br Whose long limbs I feel br As if they were my own. br br I’m from Christmas and dark brown eyes br From Heather and Francis br I’m from a sweet tooth and br Sleepy heads and br From joking too much. br br I’m always from listen and stand up for br Yourself and curiosity killed the cat br Mississippi and New York City br Cornbread and macaroni & cheese. br br From grandma meeting her grand father br Who was once an Indian chief br Pictures of my great grandma, the great grandma on my br Mom’s side br On the wall in my room and in my sun room br Who I love dearly and miss a lot but keep her safe in my br heart. br br br By Ilana Sabio (my 9 years old granddaughter) See where grandma is from.