I am from Rollie Pollies

I am from blaring alarm clocks,
from cans of Rosarita beans, and calendars on every wall.
I am from the dingy, faded front door.
I am from the weeds in the front lawn,
overgrown with time,
the rollie pollies in our driveway,
the same I purposely crushed as a child.

I am from reminiscing relatives at every get-together and intelligence,
from Martinez and Rolando and Alma.
I am from church on Sundays and the weekdays during winter break,
from praying on the way to school and before every meal.

I am from San Antonio, and Spain, Portugal, and Mexico,
avocadoes and tortillas.
From the the Cadillacs whistles at when picked up from school by Daddy or Grandma,
the "Batmobile,"
and the hook nose the same as my Grandpa.

I am from the blue, plastic container and the Hello Kitty radio box,
full of pictures of the '90's, and birthday videos.
Our memories of the past and present,
and the space for the future.