Where I’m From

I am from a warm kitchen awash with spices
From needle-point and family heirlooms
I am from a museum of memories
And cluttered bookshelves full of wisdom
I am from a golden daffodil garden
Whose sunny faces always smiled in spring
I am from hand-me-down dresses and stuffed-animal friends
From Whitewoods and Huguenots
And from stubborn blood and never saying “no”
From disappointed faces and silent tears
I am from traveling evangelists and one-man shows
From hot tea and scones
From National Guards
And from elementary teachers
Animal puzzles and vintage dust collections
I am from the moments that weave tears with laughter
From heartbeats that make up my lifetime.


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