I am from Ice Breakers mints
From pigtails and books
I am from my backyard
(Where the cool morning dew sparkles like
stars and anything is possible)
I am from golden pastures
And quietly grazing cows that I had to say goodbye to
When the leaves turned brown

I am from hot tuna casserole and playing pretend
From Pasture Robert Morris and the Hobart store
I’m from the do it yourselfer’s
And will work for food
I’m from elbow grease and hard heads
I’m from All In His Hands
The Blood of the Lamb
And John 3:16

I am from the neighbor and family friends
Crock *** stew and fresh slaughtered cow
From the arthritic hands of my great aunty Evelyn
that always help another
And the cane of my papa
that stole his independence and his youth

I am from our small country house
Because that’s where I grew
With clothes on my back
Food in my belly
And a loving family
that are always there for me

That is
Where I come from