I am From
I am from silk pyjamas and late night shows with dad. I am from Jazz games and Real games. From spoons on the floor and scum on the deck. I am from the deer and the trees. From kittens left in the field and mice lost in the walls. I am from rivers and lakes, whose waters shaped me, and I am from sisters who shaped me even more. I am from music played too loud, on velour couches with just the right amount of dust. I am from long naps. From runners and readers. From parents always on the road but never too busy to talk. I am from Christmas trees on Thanksgiving and presents on the eve. I am from “go aggies” and the trailer park that made me one. From refusing to learn manual to bragging about stick, I am from jeep rides in the rain with garbage bags as the only defense. I am from red bows in my hair and camo duct tape to remember Bryce. I am from The Sound of Music and Labyrinth... and Holes if mom is watching. I am from early morning scriptures and midnight pancakes. From raspb...
