The Life Of Me!

I am from the dust in the wind.
I am from the rain that slowly goes tip tap,
On the window then splats on the ground,
Going into little drops running down,
The road to a low level dip.
I'm from the blooming bud of a flower.
I am from the old hard dirt,
That has been built and blown away,
Like a bird in a whirling storm.

I am from the smell of my grandmas Banana Nut Bread.
The fresh baked cookies,
That my mom makes.
I'm from the shooting of the Korean War,
That my grandpa fought in before dying.
From the cause of my dads asthma,
Closing his lungs.
The slowly and painful failing,
Heart of my sister.

I am from the present,
But came from a line in the past.
I'm from the memories kept,
In black and white pictures,
But color shows more emotion.
I am from the antique memories,
That are kept in our family tree.
I am from the blistering pain of my mom.
I am from my family history,
Forever!