Singing in a circle and sweet potatoes turning orange
I am from inflatable baby pools in the backyard
Garden hoses rinsing dirt and hot sun off skinny legs
Splashing friends
Dogs with wet fur
And summers sticky, without sunburn
I am from the Nutcracker ballet
And sticky Shirley Temples spilling
Matching the color of my favorite dress, it’s okay
I am from snow candy and s’mores
Snow delays and summer camp friends
I am from sound
The French news
The Carnival of the Animals
The Planets
And classic rock
I am from sandy showers on the boardwalk
Will-you-be-here-tomorrow?
And neatly folded pajamas returned in a cardboard box
I am from they’re-basically-my-cousins
I am from the family you choose
I really enjoyed this poem. I felt that I got to know a little more about you. I also really liked the ending line, it is mysterious because I don't know what exactly you mean by choosing. If your saying I am from the family you would choose if you had to be a part of a family or if you are saying that you choose to be a part of the family (if that makes sense). It sums up your poem well.
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