Where I’m From

Question

I am from Sega Game Gear
From Cabbage Patch Dolls and American Girl Paper Dolls.
I’m from the red brick house on Oakwood Drive
Garage apartment, glass front door
It sounded like quiet suburbia.
I’m from the pine tree in the back yard
The sparse grass out front
Patched with dirt and rocks.
I’m from the cream corn at Thanksgiving and red hair and blue eyes
From Michael and Debbie
And Sugar.
I’m from the Sunday lunch at Gringos and preachers and music ministers

From Don’t come back until 5:30 and Be the peacemaker.
I’m from Dance Like David Danced (When the Spirit of the Lord),
Cotton ball lamb in the children’s room.
I’m from Round Rock and Western Europe
Mimi’s cornbread and sweet potato pie.
From the cousin Robert tipping the recliner to dump Emery in a fight,
The Daddy cheating at tick.
Leather album tucked away on a corner shelf filled with memories.
I am from long gone days of family bike rides and trips to the lake house.
Give me a different poem.

Answer 1

Where I Belong

I am from sunlit mornings and backyard swings,
From laughter echoing through tree-lined streets,
I’m from the cozy cottage on Maple Lane,
Where every corner holds a story,
And the air smells of fresh-baked bread.

I’m from the sturdy oak in the front yard,
The gentle breeze that whispers secrets,
And the garden bursting with colors,
Where daisies and marigolds dance in the light.

I’m from family gatherings around the table,
Turkey and laughter, love poured in every dish,
From Grandma’s famous pies and midnight snacks,
Sharing stories until the stars yawn.

I’m from the melodies of old records spinning,
The clinking of glasses, toasts to memories made,
From warm embraces and heartfelt advice,
Each moment stitched into the fabric of my heart.

I’m from the places where my roots run deep,
From sandy beaches and mountain peaks,
Where adventures await just around the bend,
And every journey is a thread in my tapestry.

I’m from the crossroads of dreams and reality,
From the teachings of love and the weight of loss,
I am shaped by the echoes of those who came before,
A blend of laughter, tears, and endless hope.

I am from all of this, woven together,
A mosaic of moments, both joyful and bittersweet,
Where I learn, grow, and discover—
The essence of where I truly belong.