Mi Poema Bilingüe

Yo soy de baskets of laundry,

De quilts y coffee mugs.

Yo soy del yellow house on the corner

Where nothing is ever put in its place.

Yo soy de the lavender bushes that line my yard,

El cherry tree

Whose long gone limbs I remember

As if they were my own.

Soy de bedtime prayers y birthday breakfasts

De mis hermanas, Toli y Aanii

Yo soy de yard work with my dad y baking with my mom

Y de listening to bluegrass on Saturday mornings

Yo soy de “Yee’go” y “K’ad’dish,”

Y “Country roads, take me home.”

Soy de pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving morning.

Yo soy de Oregon y Navajo y Italian,

Eggplant Parmesan y fry-bread with honey.

De long road trips that seem like they’ll never end,

Until I see the familiar turn in the narrow dirt road.

Scrapbooks, Wool blankets, messy rooms,

Home.