I am from cloth diapers, and Grapenuts and 7-Eleven.
I am from big backyard where we were allowed to dig, shared bedrooms,
and from comfort & homey, not from a magazine cover house; filled full.
I am from passion flower vine magical treehouse,
the black walnut tree everyone thought was dead, but it wasn't,
and from lava rock into which we carved ornate waterfalls & caves.
I am from Adventures in Odyssey, and from speaking your mind
and from they have 10 kids and Mike & Mary Anne.
I am from the hand-me-down dining table where we sat for school by day
& dinner in the evening,
from talking during school & during dinner.
I am from weed for half hour before you watch Leave it to Beaver.
I am from the Bible is the final authority, follow God not man,
"I will hide Your Word in my heart" & children matter.
I am from the heart of the silicon valley,
corn fields in the middle of the city & Olson cherry orchards, too.
I am from roofer &
from hearing him drive home everyday, ladders rattling on the truck rack.
I am from roofer, turned interim pastor, turned I.T. guy, turned business owner.
I am from mother, teacher counselor,
cooks most all food from scratch & taught me how, but thinks she is not a good cook.
I am from neighborhood without kids, but never lacking playmates.
I am from not wanting to grow up, and from God is good and laughing, arguing & loving.
Inspired by Sarah & Steph. - Original poem inspiration here.