I am from..

I borrowed this from Fragments from Floyd.


I am from books,
from Windex and Tide.
I am from the two story brick front property with the sloping yard.
I am from the lilies of the valley, the huge, enveloping maple tree
I am from Christmas Eve parties with tons of family and blue eyes,
from Kevin and Bernice and John.
I am from the curly, thick hair and quick wit.
From eating bread crust that will make your hair curl and Mommy and Daddy will always love you.
I am from Catholicism. Pulling myself away trying to find my beliefs on my own.
I'm from Irish and New Jersey, iced tea and pasta salads.
From the painful accident of my uncle, the porch I would cry on when I was too brave to cry, and the sadness of a fatherless mother.
I am from an old wine case on the top shelf of my closet spilling out old cards, notes passed to boys and all the memories of love.