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Showing posts from September, 2013

I Am From

Iamfrom old quilts, from Gone with the Wind, and toy trucks. 
I amfromthe Saint Cloud Manor of home is whenever I’m with you.

I amfromthe splintered oaks and the lush pecans, 

Whose longgone limbs I rememberasiftheyweremyown. 

I’mfrom Pentecostal revival and Baptist guilt fromJoan Estelle and Irish roots. 

I’mfrom strong will and soft grace, 
and from maybe a little too much liquor to wash it all down.

I’mfrom worthless and worthy.
And  “Just a little talk with Jesus.”

I am from voicing the voiceless, loving the unlovable and seeking God first. 
From best friend husband and Mother of two boys.

I’mfrom Christmas presents on Christmas Eve’s eve.

I’mfrom Arkadelphia and Scotland/England/Ireland mutts. 
From gravy steaks and fried potatoes.

I’m fromMary Sue in the 1950s -- Fun and fancy free in the city.
Black and white snapshots of hidden hot springs and late nights.

Stashed away in a box, lost in the clutter.

Joining up with She Loves Synchroblog here.