I am from white baking flower,
From Tide and crayons
I am from the cool green grass in the backyard
Soaking in the morning dew.
I am from the lilac bushes lining the yard,
From Queen Ann’s Cherry tree heavy with fruit.
I am from the Japanese maple
Who is spilt conveniently three times in the middle
Held together by white wire, perfect for climbing.
I am from barbeques and high blood pressure,
From Amy and Andrea.
I’m from the always-rights,
And from loud long arguments at the dinner table.
From Young Lady! And For the Love of Everything That is Sacred!
I am from the Lord is my savior,
And I shall not want everything I lay my eyes on.
And Sunday services at multiple churches,
With a never ending list of hymns every service
I am from Norfolk and Meme,
From salami and popcorn,
Any kind of fruit we can get our hands on.
From my grandfather’s early Christmas gift of a heart attack
And my fathers pulled hamstring that is yet to completely heal
On the brown book shelf in the living room
Or in the cabinets beneath it
Sits photo albums full of old pictures before and during my time
Memories and tokens fill my mother’s closet
Each one worth little to nothing to the world
But is considered generations of hard work and toil to me