I am from...

I am from coffee beans and tea bags From Splenda and strawberry scones. I am from the bustle of the city To the pastures in the country The long green grass tickling my bare legs. I am from the African Oak Tree And the purple butterfly bush. I am from wisdom and Grey hair, From Vickie and Ronald. And multi-interest family And they always try their best I am from loose religion, But strong in faith. I am from the sweaty side of Louisiana, And the hot land of the south From the swing on the grand ole Maple And leaves scattered beneath. From my grandmas dark, cocca skin As a baby, I am from my memories Kept tight inside my heart Never to be forgotten, And never to be left out.