I Am From

I am from Fields 

From Peanut butter and Crackers

I am from the house next to a farm, Grassy, large, feet squishing in mud.

I am from trees, tall and strong

I’m from large gatherings and large foreheads

From Dawn and Jay

I’m from the loud arguments  and bottling up feelings

From Sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you and Snitches get stitches

I’m from Midwest Christianity, God loves you, fear him

I’m from Clayton, Tomatoes, Rhubarb

From the Uncle Doc who lost an eye when he was 5 by running with scissors. 

The Great Grandpa a terrible person, photos and records gone in a fire, 

The family history, where we came from