Taken from Miss Geek, who got it from Sholanda who got it from:
Here
I am from hand sewn night-gowns, from Cheese-Its and green Palmolive.
I am from the taupe house with the brown deck overlooking the water, the sounds of wind chimes and rope against mast, the sounds of laughter from people you could not see. Crickets and frog eggs are hard to hold in the hand.
I am from the sugar maples, the lilly pad
I am from good cook first and heart-attacks, from Jimmy and Paulette and Ginny.
I am from refusing to ask for help and suspicion.
From "nobody loves a liar" and "The Me I see, is the Me I will be."
I am from The Virgin Mary, rosaries, Uncle Fathers and Aunt Sisters. From water from Lourdes, Fatima and confessionals. From kicking the bed on Sunday to waken up.
I'm from Shediac and soldiers, Hummus and Jambalaya.
From the man who was the stage hypnotists and his diploma from the college of Mind Manipulation in Barbara's barn, the tarnished pocket watch and lessons on how to shark and pick pockets, and the Greek who got stuck in the grocery store conveyor belt.
I am from the top shelf of my mothers bookshelf, and a box that once held frozen fish in the attic. A laundry hamper with cargo wrapped in t-shirts. A camera, a stone, a safety deposit box key. A cookbook, stained and warped, smelling of dish-soap and stroganoff. Windowsills, and side tables made of old crates, cluttered and dusty.
I am from hand sewn night-gowns, from Cheese-Its and green Palmolive.
I am from the taupe house with the brown deck overlooking the water, the sounds of wind chimes and rope against mast, the sounds of laughter from people you could not see. Crickets and frog eggs are hard to hold in the hand.
I am from the sugar maples, the lilly pad
I am from good cook first and heart-attacks, from Jimmy and Paulette and Ginny.
I am from refusing to ask for help and suspicion.
From "nobody loves a liar" and "The Me I see, is the Me I will be."
I am from The Virgin Mary, rosaries, Uncle Fathers and Aunt Sisters. From water from Lourdes, Fatima and confessionals. From kicking the bed on Sunday to waken up.
I'm from Shediac and soldiers, Hummus and Jambalaya.
From the man who was the stage hypnotists and his diploma from the college of Mind Manipulation in Barbara's barn, the tarnished pocket watch and lessons on how to shark and pick pockets, and the Greek who got stuck in the grocery store conveyor belt.
I am from the top shelf of my mothers bookshelf, and a box that once held frozen fish in the attic. A laundry hamper with cargo wrapped in t-shirts. A camera, a stone, a safety deposit box key. A cookbook, stained and warped, smelling of dish-soap and stroganoff. Windowsills, and side tables made of old crates, cluttered and dusty.