I am from storybooks and
Cabbage Patch dolls,
from a box of 124 crayons.
I am from cinnamon rolls, banana bread,
and gravy poured over broken biscuits.
From yellow and green gingham,
the CareBears, and pink and blue bows.
I am from the new, new house
in a little bit of Forth Worth.
From the parsonage next to
the small-town church
with the two story slide.
I am from mud pies,
picnics in the front yard,
porch swings and rocking chairs.
I am from “life is not fair”
and “I told you so.”
From washing windows on Saturday
and it’s your turn to empty the dishwasher.
I am from preachers,
Sunday school teachers,
and the church pianist.
I’m from Jesus Loves the Little Children,
and Great is Thy Faithfulness.
I’m from pajama days
and a little black pick-up truck.
From chicken and dumplings,
chips and salsa, peppermint birthday cakes,
and don't forget the Diet Coke and Bluebell.
I'm from Podunk, Arkansas
and Smalltown, Texas.
From huge family get-togethers, days on the lake,
and Christmas at Grandma’s.
I am from the woman who tossed cold water on her rowdy boys,
the high school sweethearts who married,
the boy who was tricked to run down a steep hill,
the strangers who met on a bus.
I am from the boy who jumped off a bridge and broke his nose,
from the girl in the fluffy pink sweater who hated her curls.
I am from Dot and Joe, Mildred and Euel, Joi and Ken,
from love and laughter, faith and family,
hugs and kisses.
Giving credit where credit is due: Poems like this have been circling the web for awhile now--I first remember seeing them in the winter/spring of 2005. They are inspired by George Ella Lyons' poem "Where I'm From." And, there is even a template to help you get started if you'd like to write your own.