I am from coffee,
from warm mugs and caffeine.
I am from the water in the pool,
Cool, soothing,
heavy scent of chlorine.
I am from the chattering birds
the buzzing summertime bugs
all the sounds hypnotically inducing sleep
every warm evening whilst drifting into dreamland.
I'm from support and jokes,
from Mark and Susan.
I'm from loud-talkers and long-laughers
and proud people,
from tradition and habit.
I'm from He was looking out for us
with unconditional love
and the memorized word in His name.
I'm from Shovel-Town and the Little Town,
hidden stale crackers and homemade cappelletti.
From Papa's white hammock
for napping on Thursdays,
the playground and pond and church along the walk.
Under the layer of dust is the photo book
preserving the people long past,
a stream of days before my time
to ignite curiosity all throughout my mind.
I am from those people and friends--
the twists and turns and decisions they made--
shaped from the very same stone from long ago.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
I am from coffee,
from warm mugs and caffeine.
I am from the water in the pool,
Cool, soothing,
heavy scent of chlorine.
I am from the chattering birds
the buzzing summertime bugs
all the sounds hypnotically inducing sleep
every warm evening whilst drifting into dreamland.
I'm from support and jokes,
from Mark and Susan.
I'm from loud-talkers and long-laughers
and proud people,
from tradition and habit.
I'm from He was looking out for us
with unconditional love
and the memorized word in His name.
I'm from Shovel-Town and the Little Town,
hidden stale crackers and homemade cappelletti.
From Papa's white hammock
for napping on Thursdays,
the playground and pond and church along the walk.
Under the layer of dust is the photo book
preserving the people long past,
a stream of days before my time
to ignite curiosity all throughout my mind.
I am from those people and friends--
the twists and turns and decisions they made--
shaped from the very same stone from long ago.
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