Memories of past times
I am from Sweet Tea
from coke and pepsi
I am from the Big yellow house
Tall,Bright
It felt just like home
I am from the yellow roses,
the weeping willow
strong and shady
I am from the Christmas parties and dark hair
from Granny and Nana
and Lar
I’m from the loud noises and
the babies crying
from school day school day and
dear old golden rule day
I’m from listen to what they say
to read your bible everyday
I’m from sweet home Alabama
Ham and Banana Puddin’.
From the numerous emergency room visits
the tuck me in tight.
Under the couch are buckets of pictures of past family I’ve lost or know
I am from a home filled with love and joy, where we were taught that home is where your family is.