Where I’m From

I am from the great big old house surrounded by trees way on top of a hill. From Snack Pack Tapioca Pudding, and homemade Pumpkin Pie topped with Cool Whip.

I am from the attic of a great big old house located at the top of a long winding staircase with a musty old library, and cob webs everywhere.

I am from the great old maple tree that grows in the yard with branches that spread outwards, and upwards toward the early morning sun. The rose bush that pollen drifts from sweetly scenting the air, and the breeze from the ocean oh so blue.

I’m from the Christmas holidays of laughter and joy, and sharing a meal with family and spreading good cheer.

From Fred and Wilma Flintstone, and siblings Bam Bam, and Pebbles, and Dino the dog.

I’m from the legacy of my ancestors who traveled from afar by ship, across the rough seas of the ocean, and fierce winds.

I’m from the Baptist or Lutheran church whichever comes first, and the Christian sanctuary singing praises unto thee.

From the hero my father who was hit by a missile during the Korean War to protect us here, and my Great Uncle who became a prisoner of war in France during WWI protecting those dear.