I am from baths in the kitchen sink, from downy and moms perfume.
I am from the warm nights.
I am from the flowers growing up the fence.
I am from game nights and all-nighters, from Howell’s, Moore’s to the Gayheart’
I am from fights and drunk’s
From don’t touch this to don’t touch that
I am from atheism
I am from learn Ohio, fried taters and stake
From the tumors and the cold hearts to the broken hearts
I am from those memories
A leaf that changes with the branches weather
Time only strengthens the branches that hold me
By Britteny Taylor Gayheart