Who I Am

I come from the clans of Reaser and Meecha,

The lands of Germany and Poland.

A long line of lovers and faith,

And Mass on every Sunday.

I come from a land of football every Friday night,

With sounds of whistles and crowds cheering running through my ears.

The taste of pretzels with cheese and soda stimulating my taste buds.

I come from a long line of Panthers,

The colors green and white run through my veins.

Where tradition is the most important value of life,

And having faith means everything.

I come from a small, brick house on the North side,

Where fireflies light up the night sky,

And the smell of pot roast is running through the kitchen.

Where bike rides keep us alive,

And Catholic education was very important.

I come from a desire of magic,

Where wishes can come true amongst the brightest of stars.

And every dream is simply just a wish the heart makes.

I come from creativity and imagination,

And a long line of tales as old as time.

Where the summers are steamy and hot,

And the winters make me quiver.

I come from a large crowd,

And abundance of people,

Who will always love and appreciate who I am,

And who I will be in the future.