October 03, 2019 by Guest Student Author

by Faith Hargrove '24 (written in Humanities 8)

I am from Dairy Queen Blizzards

And imported French pastries that Mama says,

“don’t taste the same”

I am from beignets at Cafe Du Monde,

And King Cake on Fat Tuesday

From warm Christmas feasts

And breakfast for dinner


I am from humid Louisiana air

And the sound of foreign insects chiming at night

I am from the smooth jazz sound

That is constant coming from somewhere in the Quarter

I am from watching the Mardi Gras floats

And catching the beads

I am from playing with Mama’s makeup

and getting into trouble


I am from “adventure”

A word I love

I am from “C’est la vie”

One of Mama’s many expressions

I am from you are “too old” for that

But also, “you’re too young to understand”


I am from Uncle Bill's bellowing laugh

And saying goodbye to PaPa for the last time…

I am from Daddy’s optimism

And Mama’s persistence

I am from Grandma’s work ethic

And Grandpa’s humor


But most importantly


I am from a place.

I can’t always visit

Or even picture it some days

But I can always feel and hear

That sound of the smooth jazz

And Uncle Bill’s laugh

And that oh so sweet taste of beignets.

Written by Guest Student Author

Periodically students volunteer or are asked to write for the Stoneleigh-Burnham blog.

Filed Under: Middle School, student voice, Stoneleigh-Burnham Middle School, Student work, Student Writing, Poem