Mr. Koe's Classroom

Where I’m From

By Mr. Koe

I am from sunsets, from Old English Oil and Dairyland Skim Milk

I am from the scary basement filled with water (Wet, cold, it smelt of mildew)

I am from azaleas, and ferns, running barefoot through our garden.

I am from yearly trips down the coast to California and glasses that now adorn my head.

I am from George and Carryl, from oven roasted chicken and buttermilk waffles.

I am from summer hikes in the alpine meadows and bike rides along abandoned railways.

From the “know you’ll do well” and “always smile."

I’m from Christmas Eve services, standing in awe of the cathedral ceilings towering above.

I’m from Mission, the city of endless hills and two endless feuding Scottish clans,

from mushroom caps and pickled eggs.

From my grandfather being shot in the head during the war, from my dad putting an axe to his knee.

I’m from the four guardians who protect our memories, the small cupboard where our treasures are kept.

I am from these photos, moments crystalized forever, reminding me of who I am.