I am from the windows
From hammers and cookies
I am from the artists place
Working, weeding, and swim caps
I am from the oak tree
Dropping it's leaves and acorns and the fort that we play in
I'm from gatherings and issues not talked about
From Richard and Marcy
From Pauline and Percy
I'm from silence about that which hurts
And large tables with extra seats filled with different nationalities of family
I'm from "never quit"
And "watch out for those who can't do for themselves"
I'm from peace on earth
And can't we all just get along
I'm from Oakland and Iowa, Carmel and Hong Kong
Blond brownies and meat and potatoes
From driving to California with extra tires on the roof
From race sit-ins at high school
From a cat-brother named Sam
From Circle Hill Drive, great grandmother's piano, stocks and bonds and "Days of our Lives"
I am from God, made new with injuries and talents