March 2, 2009

• 
  Mad Lib/Sad Lib poem generated from this. Via Melissa_Tulip.
   I tag you to do it, too!
  

  
  Where I’m From
  

  I am from cotton sheets, from Campbell’s soup and toast.

  I am from the wooded floors, rough old walls, the deep dark attics.

  I am from the lilacs, the violets, the forget me nots.

  I am from canasta and red hair, from James
  and Juliet.

  I am from the hushed tones and things left unsaid.

  From the laughing ones and those who looked away.

  I am from my mother, and hers and and hers.

  I’m from New England, pot roast and gravy.

  From the way the walls fell, the fireplace revealed,
  and the way she abandoned the  church for love.

  I am from the old boxes, the rusted corn crib in the barn.  I am from the boards which ache when you walk upon them,
  

  I am from the attic that, in the summer heat, makes you want to disappear into the fields and run laughing until you are cool again.

  
  

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