Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I Am From

I first saw this on Mary's blog and had to do it myself. Update here: I first linked to Mary's new I am from post, but you gotta read her original one here.

I Am From...

I am from sawdust, from Chevy and wet cement handprints.

I am from the gray brick ranch surrounded by wheat fields and sprouting houses and tarantulas marching down the street.

I am from pink hued petunias by the front porch, the breath of new lilac on the fierce spring wind.

I am from banging pots at the New Year, from Santa’s kicking legs in the chimney, NOEL and the winter wonderland even when there was no snow, and blue eyes, from Lynn and Charlotte and Devon and Amy.

I am from the smell of coffee wafting out of the yellow cup at four AM on the road to New Iberia and from brown bananas in front of “Ragget Ears.”

From “don’t bug your sister” and “you can drink water.”

I am from “For God so loved the world…” and church every Sunday and Wednesday at Emmanuel whether we wanted to go or not.

I’m from Liberal and Scotland and the Prince of Orange, goulash and tuna noodle casserole.

From the javelin thrown farther than the Germans would believe, from the umbrella it slashed, and the statement, “I’m thared of Thanta Clauth.”

I am from cardboard boxes on the top shelf of the closet that hold the photos of the moments of our lives. Of Mom caught on camera behind the tree again and feathered hair and graduation caps where future melds with past in a thing called love.


Anonymous said...

Oh my blue heaven, Jamie, that is just amazing! I didn't read Mary's yet, but wow!

owlhaven said...

That was awesome!! Loved it!

Mary, mom to many

Anonymous said...

Hmmm...I must be from about the same. Remembered it all myself! Love you sis! devon

Anonymous said...

Cool. You captured it exactly. You have a gift with the language. I'm proud of you.

Anonymous said...

i love it!! (feathered hair, ahh, yes.)