Is this poem well-mannered?
From the purple walls that surround me in my sanctuary.
I am from the bear bears leak stuffing as if it were a fiver, flowing continuously until there’s nought left
I am from the clothes piled elevated on my windowsill.
From the light breeze that enter through my window and brushes against my obverse.
I am from the blaring light that leak from the television
From the white dog that brushes against my leg licking my toes.
I am from the black leather couch surrounded by which is crammed in my underground store
From the light of the computer within which leads my course to a brighter darkness.
I am from the steaming fire of the oven surrounded by which is lit each holiday
From the “I love you” cards wrinkled up on my grandma’s fridge.
I am from cheery eyes of my cousins enlightened face, beaming lantern the sun
From the grapes that scream for oblige when picked one by one and shoved into several moving mouths.
I am from the third grade painting hung one after another
From the saying “time flies when your have fun.”
I am from the baby pictures stacked glorious in albums and
From the “ooh’s and ah’s” when on display
I am from former times and the present
Sometimes wondering and waiting when something new is going to arise
Or finding myself waiting for an infirm memory to come around again.
Waiting to become something I am not, realizing that I am a moment ago another stem of the family tree.
Answers: capably, to b honest it's a bit long so I didn't read it. But I'm just going to say aloud yes :)
I love it. It is like your duration
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