Friday, October 5, 2012

I AM FROM, by Gail Earl

Another “I am from” poem – this one is from Gail and it reveals lovely memories in succinct phrases. Read. Enjoy. Imagine.

Please consider making a comment or even submitting your own version of this lovely poem. ~ Bonnie

I am from teapot messages
from wooden bowls and red vases
I am from the gathering place, and Yuban in the air
I am from the tomatoes bursting red
The plumb tree, whose limbs are gone
I remember as if they were my own.

I am from whistles and dancing in the basement
from Donald and Elizabeth
I am from blue eyes and tender hearts
and from laughers with gusto.

I am from "your eyes are going to stay like that"
and 99 bottles of beer on the wall
I am from family vacations
I'm from the East and the Irish
the pot roasts and the Tortes
From the scarred shoulder and leg
from a world war
the crystal faces displayed on a table
embedded in my heart

I am from a sisterhood
I am from lesson learned and lessons shared.

I am from the heart.



  1. I see simplier times with family bonded together in love and where laughter prevailed in the midst of tragedy events. I see closeness in the gatherings and meals and happiness, but maybe that's because I've seen it in all your family writings as well. What a great place to be from!

  2. Gail, I love your heritage of a thankful, tender heart that makes you who you are. I love to hear/ read you pay homage to such richness that decorated your life growing up. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.

  3. From Charlotte ~
    I just love it! You leave a warm sweet "taste" in my mind.

  4. Your imagery is so vivid, and addressed all of the senses: wooden bowls, blue eyes, Yuban in the air, whistling and dancing in the basement. You are a gifted writer - you've offered a beautiful picture of a loving family.