There’s a poem called Where I’m From by Kentucky writer George Ella Lyon which is used as a popular writing prompt. You should try it (even if you don’t consider yourself a writer). It’s fascinating which moments and memories pop up. Here’s mine…
Where I Come From
My roots are thick with coal dust
from a small mining town.
Thorn-pricked fingers stained purple from
dew-covered-dawn blackberry hunts.
I come from Pierogis, Goulash, garden delights
plucked by grandfather’s hands.
Snow-bound winters in unforgiving
where my best friend’s sister disappeared
off our back-country road, murdered by
a serial killer.
I learned to tip-toe early.
I come from long, winding, car-sick trips
to grandma’s house. Real maple candy and
Dairy Queen after softball.
Rustling fall leaves, intoxicating sweetness,
covered bridges and deer hunting season.
I come from
fireflies-in-a-jar childhood magic, hours
in the woods, stomping through
cold-water creeks lifting rocks
for the reward of glistening jewel-eyed
salamanders. Wild-nature child.
I come from a deep love of books and solitude.
I come from don’t-tell-me-what-to-do and
I come from my mother, soft-shelled
heart, artist. And my father: I was
chipped off the block of his perfectionism.
I come from the year we moved south
and I fell in love with the ocean and
impossibly blue wide-open Florida sky.
Folding up my wings and
closing the book, it no longer matters
where I come from because
I am home.
Wow! Love it!!
Beautiful, heartfelt and perfect, I really love where you come from and that you are home.
Shannon, your poem touched me in many ways. Heartfelt joys and sorrow…..as I come from the same places; special places, fond and hard memories; but glad for the memories, the happy times, the hard times, the family which surrounded all of us and we knew we were safe to have their love…..all their love. We do reach home; with all the roads traveled that bring us home and who we are. THANK YOU FOR SHARING. Love, Aunt sue