I am from winter,
From cold snowy nights and the winter wonderland of a forest.
I am from the fireplace in the living room.
(Warm, Comforting,
where we make our s\'mores)
I am from the mountain top
The weeping willow
Who forever remains in my memories
Swaying in the cold crisp wind.
I’m from milk and cookies,
from family and friends.
I’m from the messy rooms
and the clean ones to,
from Pass that here! And Put that away!
I’m from the lord jesus christ died for our sins
with the nails stabbed through his limbs
and the prayers i write on my bedroom wall.
I’m from Robinson’s and Weaver’s Branch,
string beans and cornbread.
From the war my aunt lost with
breast cancer,
the blood and veins my father gave to save her.
On Top of my dresser is a family album
overflowing in memories,
a document of our lost loved ones
to remember the happy days spent in the mountains.
I am from those moments--
a wilting flower in the crisp wind--
blurred-lines running through our family tree.