Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Where I’m From

I saw this idea on Kathi’s blog over here at Simply Memories and Musings. I loved her poem so much, I thought I’d try my own. If you’d like to try it out, click HERE for the template. Thanks so much to her for the inspiration!

 

I am from old-winged back chairs and painted globes, the U.S.S.R. still etched across them, from Folgers and sunlight.

I am from the cherry tree house, the mornings on my mother’s lap, the lullaby in her voice, the fish in the pond, and from skylights, the apartments and addresses forgotten.
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I am from the red geraniums my mother potted every spring, the roses left untended, the swing set in the park and long, slow afternoons under trees too high to climb.


I am from Swedish stock and Irish pluck and Canadian innovation, from Hodgemans and St. George’s and Floodbergs and O’ Briens, from a knight who slayed a dragon, a patriot at the Alamo, from Bible translators held hostage. I am from soldiers and sailors and schoolteachers.
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I am from the well-read, from the whispers of a hundred libraries, from bad puns and hearty laughter.
From wishing in one hand and spitting in the other, from hard work good for the soul.
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I am from a love for God, from Sunday morning pews, nose pressed to dusty hymnals and in between the pages of my mother’s leather Bible.


I'm from Seoul, South Korea and from Texas and California, from rice pudding and baking bread and cinnamon apples.


From the grandmother who beat Lyndon J. in a spelling bee, the grandfather who crossed the ocean in baby clothes, and the brother who crossed the ocean in a uniform.


I am from my father’s croon, my mother’s laugh-till-she-cried, the sick-sweet smell of airplane exhaust, the comfort of my brother’s baby cheek, the ground below us fading, always fading as we rise. 


Write your own “Where I’m From” poem with this template.


What about you? Where are you from?
love, elizabeth

11 comments:

TiAnna Mae said...

Beautiful! You just made this look so much easier than it probably really is.

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jess | 4th + south said...

This is such a cute little poem and precious pics!

Janet @ Made For This said...

Oh Elizabeth. Dad and I are both crying. I love you. This is beautiful. Mama

Megan said...

Awwww, this is beautiful!! You write SO well! Mine would be nothing like this!!

Kathi said...

Very nice Elizabeth! Glad you put all those parts of who you are down in words....described beautifully. Made your mamma cry too! That's always a plus! ;-)

Sara @ Struggling Happiness said...

Yo! I nominated you for "the Versatile Blogger" award. Check it out!

Kate said...

this is stunning. what else is new? ;)

Alana said...

I remember doing this in college! I might have to find it...or write another. :)

Jennifer said...

I did this blog today too. It was such a cool idea and it's been fun to read about where others are from.

I loved the line "Between the pages of my mother's leather Bible." That made me smile. (o:

Daryl said...

I. Love. This.

No other words, other than well done!

<3 Daryl
http://thoserootsandwings.blogspot.com

Jenni @ Story of My Life said...

This was just beautiful Elizabeth. Gave me chills.

Obviously, I'm catching up on your blog posts right now. I've been out of the blog-reading loop for a while. It was weird. But I think I'm back? :P

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