I am from Laundromats,
from Clorox, All Temp-A-Cheer, and wooden clothespins.
I am from the single-wide trailer with a splintery porch,
a closet-sized bedroom and paper-thin walls.
I am from the crooked apple tree in front and bushy wild rhubarb in back.
I am from the flea market after church and forever bargaining,
from Grandpa Doc & Grandma Minnie, and the Parkers in Texas.
I am from the glasses by junior high and gray hair by 21;
From elbows off the table and chew with your mouth closed.
I am from the Church of the Nazarene each Sunday,
Jesus Loves Me and clay pigeon candle holders;
From bookmarks for memorizing Genesis through Malachi.
From the times Grandpa went AWOL, Hey Mr. Bakery Man!
and stories about sleepwalking.
I am from shoeboxes in Grandma's cedar chest,
filled with pieces of gold & silver
disguised as photos and letters.
Happy Thanksgiving, wherever you are & wherever you're from
7 comments:
"Yoo hoo!" I really miss Mr. Bakery man. This was a great post, Steph. Happy Thanksgiving - I (we) love and miss you guys!
Lovely.
I am from Waldorf salad also, but with a dressing made with butter, sugar, flour, lemon and marshmallows. Tart green apples, cruncy celery, creamy sweet dressing? Delicious!
bad mom - i've given you an award!!
http://abadmommyblog.wordpress.com/2008/11/26/bad-mommy-awards/
because bad is the new good!
I am from clean kitchen and full belly! Hope you had a wonderful day!
i am from the log house on katydid lane.
happy thanksgiving.
Wow, you are such a wonderful writer.
I am just a low-talent hack who vomits words on a page.
You, on the other hand, are an artist. You are able to shape pictures into memories with wisely chosen phrases.
Amazing.
and a happy thanksgiving to you too!
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