WHERE I'M FROM
I am from elves capering on the wall, from Vernors and automobiles and cobbled streets.
I am from the pages of countless books, the scent of libraries, a hundred campfires.
I am from Mom's lilacs, the fragrance of every flower imaginable.
I am from straight backs and wide hips, from Kennedy and Crump and Gudschinsky.
I am from the rough and rowdy and loud.
From love and hugs and bedtime stories told with fervor.
I am from strong faith. From folks who are at church whenever the doors are open.
I'm from Scotland and Germany and Poland, from baked chicken and homemade ice cream.
From the missionary, the cattle thief, and the soldier.
I am from the memories hidden in my grandma's room, the stories she told, the history in my mother's mind, the places my father has walked.
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