This is a poem that I did, based off of George Ella Lyon’s Where I’m From.
I am from blankets,
I’m from crayola and disney
From long road trips and movie nights
I am from the kitchens of my grandmas,
(simple, antique, endless food)
I’m from the backyard pine tree
sitting high, escaping life
From Barretts and Banksons
I am from the loud mouths
and the eavesdroppers
I’m from the “be good girls” and
“don’t hit your sister”
From Lincoln and Scottsbluff
I am from sunrise service and
Christmas programs
I’m summer sweet corn and fall pies
From irrigating with my grandparents
always leaving covered in mud
I am from the determination my sister
shows every day of her life
The bookshelf packed tight with
photo albums,
That flood my head with memories,
and I will be forever be grateful