13. Alora M.'s Heritage Poem

by Alora M.

I’m from 11 different places.
Some not to tell.
I wish I could see the star I saw last night
for last night’s wish has come true.
Tomorrow’s is just a dream.
It is dinnertime as we eat at the table.
My family and I thank God for the food
As we plan our next trip to San Diego and
after that San Francisco.
For we remember our last one.
For trips are money.
We have very little that should last.
Like the memories we have.
Like when I was three at the Arboretum.
Oh those stories are left to tell.