So, I had to write an “I Am From” poem for my composition class so people could get to know me. I wrote it quickly, so I’m sure it could be better if I had more time, but I still wanted to share it. (And we weren’t supposed to make it rhyme… although I couldn’t help myself a few times. And we didn’t have to make each line or stanza match in length.)
The instructions for each stanza were:
1. Describe items found around your home-the home you have now, or the one you grew up in.
2. Describe items, or places found in your neighborhood
3. Reflect on names of relatives, especially ones that link you to your past.
4. Recall sayings: “If I’ve told you once..” “It’s easier to catch flies with honey than with vinegar”.
5. Describe foods and dishes that recall family gatherings, or were family favorites.
6. Name places you keep childhood memories and what you might keep as mementos-scrapbooks, diaries, boxes, drawers, etc. memories, etc.
Anyway, here’s my poem:
“I Am From”
I am from violins, cellos, pianos, and guitars.
I am from conductor’s batons and music that inspires.
I am from volleyballs that fly, tents that make free, and fishing poles that enliven.
I am from hand me down clothes, often with holes.
I am from pictures of Christ, family, and values.
I am from swimming pools that refresh and hiking trails that invigorate.
I am from two story houses with playgrounds for backyards.
I am from Michael, whose wisdom and love comes often and freely,
Whose example of service has changed me completely.
I am from Karen, who worries and wonders the most,
Who once as my teacher is teaching me still.
I am from grandmas, uncles, aunts, and five siblings who I still love THHIIIIISSSS much.
I am from four silly children ages thirteen to three.
I am from a husband who’s loved me for fifteen great years.
I am from, “You only live once, but if you live right, once is enough.”
I am from “We are daughters of our Heavenly Father,” and “Remember who you are”.
I am from mom’s taco salad and her seven layered dip.
I am from Dad’s scrambled eggs and Aunt Carol’s gulf shrimp.
I am from Thanksgiving dinners at Kathy’s with mashed potatoes from Grandma.
I am from Great- Grandma’s fried chicken that I still miss so dearly.
I am from letters from friends about boys, schools, and teachers.
I am from pictures of ditches, church dances, and kisses.
I am from letterman’s jackets with patches of music.
I am from thoughts in my head of good times, yet hard times.
I am from houses of brick, some nice and some not,
But the lessons learned in them of love, God, and trust
Are still who I am and have not been forgot.