From purple hippos and snowglobes
I am from “Be smart”
And “ Hey ma dude”
I am from apple trees,
Whose skin blends with the leaves
I am from piggy banks and makeup
From Moua and Panhia,
And from long legs and stick fingers,
To strong personalities
I am from the Hmong ways,
From white rice and variety of vegetables
From the Vietnam War,
To the day America came calling.
Arriving to the talking and gathering,
On the lookout for forgotten faces,
To the reunion of us all.
I am from the memories,
We shared as a family-
While the leaves from the tree continues to grow.
I am from the line of great minds.