Where I'm From

For my Multiple Literacies class this week we were asked to do some creative writing of our own to eventually convert into digital storytelling. Working through this poem brought up lots of great memories for me, and even though it is just a rough draft I thought I'd share if with you.

Let me know what you think or how I could make it better. And family members, if you have any pictures from Grandpa's house that you could send I'd really appreciate it. I don't have any with me here in San Diego. Thank you for letting me share these memories with you!

Where I’m From

I am from climbing trees,
from Apple and Maple.
I am from the small red and white farmhouse,
cozy and warm,
that always smelled of fresh baked cookies.
I am from the sassafras tree, the mint patch and rhubarb
that Grandpa would show us and pluck off to share.

I am from hard fought cribbage matches
and Sunday pro football,
from Wayne and Rhea and Mary Ellen’s loving care.
I’m from the prayers before dinner and
the walks outside after,
from Remember your Savior and You be good Babe, ya hear?

I’m from Jackson and Adrian,
apple pie and molasses cookies.
From the fort building with Michael so deep in the forest,
from the long talks with Grandma that soothe tired souls.
I am from family, unconditional love and tradition,
a story that lives in me wherever I go.