Where I'm From

June 9, 2014

Where I’m From

By: Heidi Gable

I am from broken spouses.

From split to whole.

I am from packing every week

To switch houses.

We are not too green,

We survive in the middle.

I am from bruised knees and basketball shorts

To barbies and dresses.

I am from junk food to nothing but veggies.

I am from feast.

From Rick and Robin.

I am from the always do your best,

And don’t you ever give-up.

From the hugs and extra kisses.

I am from celebrating two holidays

While others only celebrate one.

I am from the cross that is hung and the

Commandments we should live by.

I am from The Brady Bunch,

From names being mixed up,

There’s too many to count.

I am from sit down dinners and family movies.

From cracking jokes at the dinner table,

I am from the tears dribbling down our faces while

We talk about memories.

Now I realize who I am

All because of where I am from.

With great thanks to George Ella Lyon

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