Where Jacobs from

I am From baseball From Easton and DeMarini
I’m from the windows and walls that
separate me from the World

I am from the Oak tree in my backyard
The old thing keeps growing
The leaves ever changing
Smelling oddly like pine...

I am from a lonely Cabin that smells like candles
in the woods and the crazy skills at sports
From my Mom and Dad and my Brother

I am from the Competitiveness
and Forgetfulness
From “Try harder” and
“Don’t annoy your brothers”

I am from Writing Bible verses 100
Times to remember them
From the Sunday church

I am from the Naval Hospital in Balboa
From the cuts and bruises my dad received at war
From the Experience my Grandfather received on the
Cardinals

I am from the Pictures in the multiple
Shadow boxes in my loft holding
My  Ups and Downs, holding Memories of my early days
The medals and historic items that are
Hidden in all of the pictures.
From the laughs I had in those memories
All just floating away,
From those game-making plays trapped
In those boxes hold nearly everything of my life                                                                                           
Those boxes.                                                                                                   

By Jacob Tolliver