Where I Come From
Today's prompt: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
I come from the ocean, the forest, and fresh mountain air. I come from oak trees, the redwoods, and great sagging willow trees. From wooded valleys and summers at the lake.
I come from Yugoslavia, Germany, England, and Sweden. From photographers and old photographs. From memories, stories, and traditions. I come from Christmas at grandma's and church on Sundays.
I come from chocolate chip cookies and mud pie. From old wooden stairs and green moth eaten carpet. I come from the storytellers, comedians, and sarcasm enthusiasts. From the little brats and wanna-bees.
I come from 10 commandments, a big red book, the rosary, and communion.
I come from knee scrapes, bloody noses, and road rash. From catching frogs, hooking worms, and kissing fish. I come from tan lines, dirty bare feet, and sleeping bags under the stars.
I come from a strong woman, a weak man, and a brother for a best friend.
This post was inspired by a poem I wrote when I was 16 years old.