I was so inspired when I read a poem like this from a fellow blogger. (not fellow like we’re on the same plane… she’s way better than me!!)
At first, a title like Where I’m From, sounds so trite.
But as I read, I was almost moved to tears at the memories it brought up in my own life. I can’t legitimately call her a friend because we don’t know each other but she seems so amazing to me. Natasha is beautiful and seems to be so secure in who she is. That’s an attractive quality to me now that I’m in my late 40s. Women should be comfortable in their own skin but society has trained us to always want to change something.
It prompted me to give my own a shot when I found a template here with blanks! How awesome is that!??
Where I’m From
I am from riding boots.
From freshly tilled dirt and daffolils.
I am from the smell of my mom’s kitchen (mouth-watering, warm, and comforting)
I am from the pile of leaves in the fall that my daddy would pile up and let us jump in
I’m from family Christmas pictures and the ability to organize anything
From Evelyn (both her smile and curly hair), both Roys and Sharyn
From the need to make everyone feel special and the habit to never arrive empty handed
From “Nothing good happens after midnight” and “Dearie, if you don’t mention it, no one will notice”
I’m from old southern baptist churches, the kind where there’s always a ton of food afterward
I’m from God, South Carolina, fried chicken, and pecan pie; in that order
From the time my uncle scooped the top out of the cake but didn’t CUT it
The times Mamiee would cut a flip off the dock and we thought she’d never come up, sunsets at Red Bluff, and having to wear a slip
I am from these memories, blessings, and traditions that make me.
I’m thinking of writing one of these each year!
I really enjoyed remembering and putting it together. Maybe it will inspire you to write your own.
Keep it Simple,