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.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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