I am from candlelight,
from frilly lace and slippered feet.
I am from the broken bedroom mirror trimmed in golden fleur-de-lis.
I am from summer’s scarlet snapdragons, tall on Grandma’s fence,
the stains of fallen crabapples, bright on Grandpa’s hands.
I’m from ice skating and dirt bikes,
one down and five up,
from Lucy Evangeline’s poetry
and the rule of Lord Curzon.
I’m from the go-for-its
and the soft-hearted,
from fiercely independent and just because.
I’m from Let There Be Peace On Earth;
barefoot, in a college town.
I’m from the Rhineland and England,
buttered knedle and all things chocolate.
From Grandpa’s beloved woodworking patterns
and summers on Michigan lakes.
Across the bridge and further down a winding river’s road,
held safely in my mother’s arms within my childhood home,
the treasures of my family reside.
Written as an exercise with my writing group using a template (loosely) from George Ella Lyon’s poem, “Where I’m From.”
If you’ve never written a “Where I’m From” poem, I highly recommend it! They can be written over and over again at any age. You may even learn something new about your ancestry. And the more personal and specific you are with the details, the more special it will be to you.
Here is a link to the template and the original poem if you are interested.
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