Where I'm From Poem

WHERE I'M FROM 

I am from Mommom’s fried eggs and bacon every weekday morning, from Beanie Babies and Polly Pockets.

I am from the tan, two-story house that flooded the neighborhood with the smell of freshly made peperoni bread. 

I am from the honey suckle that dad planted just for me, and a pink dogwood tree in the front yard that made springtime more beautiful.

I am from family holiday gatherings at my grandparent’s farm, entertaining stories about my dad and his brothers’ childhood…some factual and some fictitious, from pappy’s stories about his tractors and cows  and meme’s goofy, forever young, personality and mom’s delicious Christmas cookies that seemed to grow in variety every year. 

I am from the sound of dad’s chipper singing voice as he ironed in the early morning and mom’s sweet soft prayers as we gathered before leaving for the day.

From the wise advice of my Mommom to always put God first and Uncle Gary’s jokes that served as a reminder to never take life too seriously.

I am from loud, unrestrained worship services that lasted late into the evening. From church camp services that left me hungry for a deeper walk with God. From mission trips to far away lands where I met people who changed my world for the better. 

I'm from the Ohio country and West Virginia Hills where there was never a sortage of, mommom’s homemade rolls, noodles, and mash potatoes or pappy’s meat for “hamburgs on the grill”.

From grandparents who taught my parents the value of hard work and more importanly the importance of unconditional love. They left their mark on our hearts and lives and though lost along the way, they will never be forgotten.  

From family trips to New York City every Christmas to celebrate the most wonderful time of the year.

I am from memories that will last me a lifetime and a legacy of God fearing people who cherished every day as a beautiful gift.