Where I'm From

I stole this from Secret Agent Woman @ Blogging Incognito. Well, maybe not so much stole as saw it there, thought it was cool, and decided to try it. If you haven't read hers, you should. It is very poetic. Mine, not so much. I followed a template, did my best, and enjoyed it quite a bit!  So here we go -

  I am from peanut butter and jelly, from doughboy pools, and warm towels. I am from the suburbs, the neighborhood gang, the long summer days roaming wild. I'm from the sun.

I am from the elephant ear, the yucca, and thick shrubs to hide in. I am from the sand of warm beaches, hot deserts, damp caves. I'm from the moon.


I am from hidden depths, poetry, and ice-blue eyes. I am from the avoidance of conflict, a certain reserve, protective fierceness. I'm from truth.

I am from Norway, Scotland and England.  I am from the burning of family photos, unknown cousins, the loss of self in old age. I'm from consequences. 

I am from everything my mother keeps and everything my father lets go. I am from loneliness that feels more real than anything else.  I'm from love.