I am from faspa and maadach schloup
from hard wooden church pews
and old country hymns
I am from tradition, handmade clothes and head coverings
I am from heritage.
I am from long rows of peas
from wild strawberries
and hoeing weeds
I am from toil and sweat
long days and longer dusk
I am from the soil.
I am from cold north winds
from snow boots and dancing northern lights
I am from skates and numb toes
from snowbanks and wood fires
I am from winter.
I am from family harmony
from notes strummed on guitars
singing in the kitchen over a sink full of dishes
from record players and tape recorders dreaming of bigger things
I am from music.
I am from homemade suppers
meat and potatoes
from picking and canning
freezers filled with garden toil
I am from butcher days
aunts and uncles gathered like a celebration
from old traditional ways
I am from homegrown.
I am from sisters and brothers
cousins and relatives
from big family gatherings,sharing around food
I am from singing together, sitting long, laughing, crying
from memories and reminiscing
I am from family.
I am from big dreams and deep waters
from written words, pen and paper
miles and homesick
I am from thoughts poured out like
liquid emotions
I am from words.
I am from sunday school and memory verses
from Jesus loves me and Peter, James and John
I am from sunday sermons
from bedtime prayers
I am from faith.
