I am from dirty dishes
from homemade bread and fresh eggs.
I am from the tiny house
swelling with people I love.
I am from lizards and toads in the aquarium.
The pecan trees whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from dinner together and campfires...roasting marshmallows under the stars.
I'm from adventurous boys and giggly girls.
I'm from movie time before bed and bible verses at breakfast
and from picnics on pretty days.
I'm from stories of the wild west and boys in creeks
and momma singing praises while she washed the dishes.
I'm from church on Sundays
I'm from small town and seven grandmothers
milkshakes with hamburgers and roast and gravy on Sundays
From my love overcoming the odds
losing mother and father as a boy...
that oldest son reading books in his bed and the other one asking his daddy question after question
that oldest girl so proud that she can make her bed and wearing headbands everyday, that little blonde with hands that get into every thing and a smile to make up for it all and their baby sister who loves to play with her bubbas on the pillows on the floor...these memories hidden in my heart.
From frog races on rainy days
and little girls spinning in tire swings
and matching dresses and pretty hair with homemade bows
and big brothers with legos in one hand and swords in another
and a daddy who works hard every single day and my heart still pounding when I see his truck coming home
That is where I am from .
