Where I'm From
I am from Grandma's fried rolls, egg strata, and homemade noodles.
I am from a Jeannie never known, from a song on the piano.
I am from a farmer working the land and an electrician, both with leather tough hands.
I am from a tree stump transformed into a stage, from a scheduled nap on Sundays.
I am from a silver-painted platter, from no pacifiers and innocent Halloween costumes.
I am from a window seat and a crowded Astro van.
I am from the sand of an expanding beach, from sun bleached hair and bonfires.
I am from a small house, from a space with plenty of room to play.
I am from one of three, from the surprise in a delivery room.
I am from basketball games, flag-football, and golf carts during a cross-country meet.
I am from curly hair and ponytails, from concerts in the shower.
I am from late-night hide-and-seek, from full speed sprints across lawns.
I am from Small Town, USA, from landscapes made of fields of corn.
I am from cheesies and t-shirts, from life-guard stands and Dr. Pepper.
I am from a "Prix", "Bonnie", and "Colbalt", from a sky blue Schwinn bike with a basket.
I am from a family who loves me, from the Lord that made me.
