I am from games, from memory cards and the triangle pegboard game.
I am from the redolent home.
I am from the lilies, the snapdragons.
I am from early breakfasts at grandmas and freckles, from Wilson’s and Brenda and Rex.
I am from stubbornness and bluntness.
From I’m sorry and I love you.
I’m from Dalton, Georgia, pecan pie and sweet tea.
From the Shirley Temple curls I had, the new little sister, and the new little brother.
I am from everywhere from Kentucky to Georgia.