My roots are... the site of raindew running down my window, the smell of lavender floating through the halls, the murmers of Tom&Jerry in the morning <br /> <br />My roots are... the smell of blueberry pancakes and fried apples, the look my mama gives me when I reach up into the cupboard for a glass to have some of the yummy orange juice <br /> <br />My roots are... the way my daddy used to call me his little tweety bird, and his beauty <br /> <br />My roots are... Jeralynn Rose, Moris Orlando, Jerry Kenneth, and Joan Sharon.<br /><br />Shelby Jasmin Estrada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-roots-are/
