Poem

I am from my bed,
From my old Gameboy and a worn-out basketball.
I am from the dirty laundry in my room
And the smell of food cooking.

I am from the poison ivy in the yard
The climbing tree whose long limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I’m from Spurs games and glasses
From Ming and Bin Jing
I’m from playing catch and shooting hoops
And from being tall.

I’m from “Read a Book ” and “Shut Up”
And old Beatles songs.

I’m from Chinese New Year.
I’m from California and China
From rice and Crunch bars.
From my Dad’s Uncle fighting in the Vietnam War.

I am from these moments in my heart and my brain
Frozen there never leaving.