Un poema bilingue

Yo soy de my bed
De the blankets y the couch
Yo soy del old, remembered, story-filled rooms
The warmth of the fire
Yo soy de Western Red Cedar
El grapevine
Whose long limbs I remember
As if they were my own.

Soy de staying up late y camping
De Elizabeth y David
Yo soy de cooking y music
Y de never reading the instructions

Yo soy de "what was that?" y "speak up"
Y Forest of Dreams
Soy de switching holidays
Yo soy de Portland and everywhere
Fried chicken y pasta
De my mother's journey for her PhD
Who has been writing for years
My grandfather's memories
On my shelves
Covered with trinkets, achievements, and places of his past.