I am from the mountains, from Smart Water, and fire.
I am from the small but cozy home.
I am from the cold winters, the freezing snow.
I am from the baths in the kitchen sink and the silly family games.
From Caudill, Johnson, and Adkins.
I am from the disbelief and meaningless arguments.
From the do this and don’t do that’s.
I am from Old Regular Baptist.
I am from Pikeville Kentucky, salads and steaks.
From the deadly cancer, the beaten hearts, and the cold hard ground.
I am from the old dusty family photo albums lingering under the bed.