Memories

I am from my bed
From books and band aids
And from creepy smiles to yellow sticky notes
I am from the aloe vera plant on my counter
Whose leaves, when split,  heal my burns

I am from the bugs that swarm the outside light
From KitKats to Butterfingers
From “DUCK” to bath ducks

I am from the bathroom faucet
And the scars on each of my shins
I am from the dog that we rescued
From Glass Animals to Rust

In the closet where old and new unite
Memories that will never unfold
I am from the mix of lives
Written down so they will never leave
In the closet, memories will hold