De mugs y messy pantries,
Yo soy del old furniture,
freshly washed sheets,
Yo soy de hydrangea bushes,
El Japanese cherry tree,
Whose long gone limbs I remember,
As if they were my own.
Soy de rainy camping trips y Sunday crepes,
De my Grandma, Ann y my great grandpa, Al,
Yo soy de homemade dinners y big glasses of milk,
Y de cross country skiing.
Yo soy de "try something new" y "brush your teeth,"
Y "It's a small world,"
Soy de baking chocolate crinkles at Christmas,
Yo soy de Portland, Oregon and Norway,
Salmon y buttered rice,
De how my mom met my dad,
at her first debate club meeting,
black and white pictures,
on the wall,
showing ancestors I've only heard stories about.