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I am from nachos and poorly told jokes From home-cooked meals and a comforting embrace I am from daffodils beside the drive Mud pies, pocketknives, imagination. I am from wagging tails and Sharpened claws, a comforting purr. I am from magic, from dreams I am from darkness and undeserved pain. I am from an old creek bed and forest beyond From butterfly kisses and melting chocolate My daughter Sarah shared this poem she wrote for class... and made me cry.