THROW BACK TO MY CHILDHOOD
poetry Anthology; Haley Sisco
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT HALEY
Where I'm From
I am from the consistency of honey, from thick-it and enfamil
I am from the small town home to the open land of the lease.
I am from the cactus and untrimmed land, the dirt and grit of the deer lease
I am from the big meals and open cooking and gun carrying, from the misguided jokester and always wanting pictures and the one that's never quiet.
I am from the silence of hunting and the loud laughter at home.
From many hands and toughness.
I am from the D-Now trips and early long Sunday's spent at church.
I'm from Texas, venison and ice cream.
From the snot in the water bottle and the urine my dad drenched my sister in.
I am from the scrapbooks and plastic tubs in the attic and photos covering the hall.
Soft simple smiles that have so much meaning
to the silly sleepover conversations at nana's house
strange home made pizzas that always end up looking appealing
the midnight tummy growls that keep us quiet as a mouse
helping each other wakeup Sunday morning
eventually crawling out of bed and being attacked by the dog
even though our grandparents gave us a warning
racing to the bathroom like a speed game of leapfrog
to our outrageous singing battles
and helpful makeup tips
the smell of breakfast has us on our feel like a herd of cattle
both of us together is wonderful partnership
our sleepovers and simple hanging out is what I treasure most
the love I have for you is like an overdose
Halloween night with a broken toe was the best night in a while-even though I had crutches. The crisp air and soft conversations made it seem spookier than it actually was; laughter and extremely loud conversations as we walk up to a simple looking house so we thought...
walking up we realize there was a person in a costume standing so still like a statue. Beginning to be what scared saying "OMG!! is it going to move OMG" As I approach the house the person pops out and screams, my friend and I began to sprint down the street, the street lights are yelling for us to run faster which felt impossible. Feeling old as I'm crippled and racing down the street we realized the scary people let off and began to walk away. "ahhhohhh' breathing heavily we came to a stop and laughed uncontrollably. We walk back home and tell the story 10000 different ways and every time we laughed so hard we couldn't talk. Nights like this are the ones ill never forget.