Poem: Where I am From

I am from the creek banks of a small town, from homemade food at the diner and from wishing on every star in the night sky.

I am from the back bedroom in the two story house, painted tan and built on love and encouraging words.

I am from first loves and football wars, crowded bleachers on a Friday night. I’m from walks around the loop and evenings spent on the front porch swing.

I am from the Barkers and the Bosleys, Ella and Lena. From strong willed, soft spoken, beautiful ladies. I am from the competitive holiday games and short cuts on a back road.

I am from pine tree shadows lying over rolling hills and deer sneaking through the backyard. From small town gossip and a wave from everyone that passes on the streets.

I am from the youngest of three girls. From laughter in the sweetest voices. From daddy’s girl and momma’s endearing advice.

I am from Pine Grove roots, from the loving Aunt Mary Ann, who will always be there. From the jokes around the table with Uncle Jeff.

From the friendships built on laughter, the love built on trust, and from a family that was raised to be kind to everyone.

I am from giving thanks to the Lord, from saying my prayers each night. From second chances and chasing dreams.

I am from four wheeler rides and Chevy trucks. From good times around a tailgate. I am from a little story near the Mason Dixon Line, from a town that will always be my loving home.