I am from a thought-filled bed –
from pumpkin-pie candles and oak bookshelves.
I am from the white house on the slope,
homegrown apples and sage.
I am from the golden honey –
the towering pine whose long gone limbs
I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from dinners on the porch and too much laughing,
from an open-hearted mama and a dream-big father.
I’m from not enough cleaning and just the right living
and from stacks of books that beg reading.
I’m from “don’t wish your childhood away” and “try new food always”
and “Jesus called them one by one.”
I’m from cozy Christmas mornings and the yellow lights.
I’m from New and Old England,
sun-warmed vegetables and raspberry jam.
From sea-fishing, lake-fishing, ice-fishing,
when long-gone family breathe life again
for just that moment on the water,
and scrapbooks filled with newspaper clippings
tell us the world.
[This is part of a link-up with SheLoves Magazine]