I’m from my eagerness to cast a line.

I spring out of bed, turn the coffee maker on, and go out the door and off to the pier.

Nanue trails behind me with sugary filled donuts in one hand, 

and an extra can of slime filled worms in the other.

I am from the bond built off that eagerness we share morning after morning.

I'm from two stained glass doors that open like palace gates.

Stepping into that impeccable house, I call home.

I'm from a home filled with delicious smells that kiss my nose.

From scampering down the hall into the working kitchen 

to find my silvery haired, warm hearted Nanie 

cooking something special for who she loves. 

I'm from a tradition of gathering on Sunday evenings,

A perfectly set table awaiting to host laughter and memories. 

To then be covered with steak, pasta, and delicious Italian bread.

 I'm from that same grey haired, warm hearted women calling out “Dinner time”

and everyone flooding to find their seats.

I'm from a family where these days are cherished, never forgotten.

I'm from my Nanie's and Nanue’s house.