I was from a single family home, home to one, single family. 

From dancing to the Wiggles like I was a body with no bones. 

I was from walking around in a diaper—only a diaper.

From hugs and kisses, never spanks and soap.

I was from the screams of people, but never directed at me.

I am from a single family home, now two instead of one.

From the strict rule follower home, but also from the laid back home.  

I am from two story wonders, now also adapted to apartment style living. 

From the way my family isn’t together, but also from a family that loves me, together.

I am from, “ask your mom” to “ask your dad.” 

I want to be from a single family home, one, single family home.

From where home is close, but far enough away.

I want to be from the summery air that lasts year long.

From where memories and laughter are not one without the other. 

I want to be from the family nights—the nights we spend, together.