Where I’m From Poem
I am from front porches, from Cola and Pepsi.
I am from the big back yard at my moms house.
I am from the rose bush, and the honey suckles.
I am from Christmas songs, and hard workers, from Kris and Billy Joe and the Lewis’.
I am from the craziness and the caring.
From santas coming and tooth fairy money.
I am from my uncles church, listening to him preach before eating dinner.
I am from Harlan, from soup beans and cornbread.
From my dad telling me stories from when he was a teen, and telling me how I’m following right in his foot steps.
I am from the pictures on the wall, a timeline of all of our lives.