- I am from God is great, God is good.
Let us thank Him for our food
And supper at 5:00
Where I will inevitably spill my milk.
- I'm from just say "no" to drugs
and "yes, Ma'am" to teachers.
I am from telling secrets on the
Merry-Go-Round and giggling at boys.
- I am from crawling into Mamaw Cullop's
flannel sheets and being intoxicated
by the wonderful smell of the cold cream
she used faithfully.
- From trying to count the rainbows
in the plaster pattern on her ceiling
and never getting it done because I fell asleep
While she read her Bible.
- I am from young girls dreams of being Mary Lou Retton
And prancing around Crockett
In a red, white and blue leotard.
And I'm from the realization that I'm not that coordinated.
- I am from climbing the dogwood tree in the back yard
With Levi and from picking the leaves off Boxwoods
And sliding them down the concrete rail
While Levi pretended to be shot by war planes.
- I am from envying Sharon's beauty
And eavesdropping on talks with her boyfriend.
From suffering thru middle child-ness
With Jonathan and making it fun.
- I am from swinging on the front porch
With my mom and watching a storm roll in
And I'm from knowing my Dad could do
Or fix anything.
- I am from a small town in Southwestern Virginia
Where everyone knows everyone.
And where you marry that boy
You used to giggle at while you were on the Merry-Go-Round.
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3 comments:
What a sweet poem. Everybody should write a "Where I'm From" poem. Yours made me smile and it brought back a lot of memories for me.
I love you.
Mom
That's wonderful!
Just a note...she was my Mamaw before she was yours...(yeah, Stardust, she was your Mamaw before she was mine).
I think the cold cream was Ponds or Pacquins. The smells I remember most are Vicks Vapor Rub, faint smell of Bruton's snuff, smell of apple wood burning when living on the Bonham's land (that was before your time).
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