Where I'm From

I'm from fried chicken and dumplings with homemade noodles, from the best spaghettie with a secret recipe.

I'm from night-time walks and watching the stars, from rainbow rocks and crazy dreams.

I'm from Alice in Bibleland and Awanas on Wesnesday, from singing in church and just feeling The Presence.

I'm from Gramz and the purple quilt I waited so long for, from Memma and her fantastic cooking that somehow brings my family together.

I'm from my crazy, fun-loving mother-jamming to Shaggy singing you are my angel, you're my darling angel, from my protective daddy-telling me he loves me and his working hands.

I'm from Brush, my home we left behind, from friends that held my hands when I cried.

I'm from my silly Aunt Linda-she always made pancakes, from my sweet sisters that drive me crazy.

I'm from my best friend Shannon who loves me even though I'm weird and socially awkward.

I'm from my favorite teddy who was once bigger than me-still listening to my troubles, from my dog-soft and cuddly, there for me since foster care.

I'm from country jeans and a t-shirt.

I'm from climbing purple trees and making snowmen, from counting to one hundred and ten.

I'm from all these things, and they made me me.

The End

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