EDIE'S POEMS

Where I'm From 


    I am from the books crowding the shelves,
 siting around. 

    I am from the old rotten apple tree
 From the tree-house that has gone with the fallen limb.

    I am from the red brick school,
sitting there.
    It is no longer mine.

    I am from pillow forts and gun fights with my brother.
   
    I am from the stuffed tiger who came with me everywhere.

    I am from homemade soup stirring in the kitchen,
And shrimp Wonton with my grand-mother.

    I am from photographs lining the walls,
Mysterious figures of the past.

    I am from shelves weighted down by trinkets and tokens.

    I am from the green house on the corner,
The old swing-set and the playhouse. 

                                     By Edie Olderman
                         (my 11-year old grand-daughter)