Marianne's Poem "My Home"

Here is a poem from Marianne, who is 13-almost-14. I think it is a work of genius.

Where I'm From

I'm from the callouses on Dad's fingertips
and late nights up to play video games.

I'm from the itchy raft in the Landtrust pond,
from Spring Cleaning with loud Beatles music,
the carpet of shirts near my closet,
and the sand that still wouldn't wash out of my hair-
a week from the end of the beach trip.

I am from Lex Luthor and Master Chief,
and also "your mom" and "your face."

I'm from my kitten and the first time she felt snow,

lobster rolls in a salty Maine harbor,
and the smell of new shoes.

I am from
My Home.

Welcome to My Blog

Well, hello. This is my first entry in my very own blog. I hope that you enjoy your visit and come back soon.