Where I'm From

That's me with on the left, the one with the awesome yellow socks, with my sweet cousin Kandis.

Let's make today a Writeous Wednesday, shall we?

Here's a writing prompt:

Read the poem "Where I'm From" by George Ella Lyon

Then, write a poem of your own reflecting on your childhood, family or both.

Here's mine:


Where I'm From

I am from laundromats with pinball, Pac Man and Donkey Kong arcade games

I am from alleys littered with dirty needles and broken glass.

I am from the trees too tall for the other girls in the neighborhood to climb

I am from fish sticks and potted meat

I am from honeysuckle and fireflies

I am from Easter dresses and knee-high socks.
I am from my cousins hand-me-downs

I am from the card table flipped over after you reneged in a game of Spades
I am from the bottom of Daddy’s bottle of whiskey
From his aching back after another 16-hour workday

I am from playtime with Mama
From paper dolls and Easy Bake ovens

I am from Granny’s rice pudding and Sunday paper

From her cup of coffee, sugar and cream

I am from Tang, lemonade and sweet tea

I am from the Lord who is my Shepherd, who tells me not to want, who tries to restore my soul.



Your turn. Feel free to share a link to your response in the comments.