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 ElizabethI 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 wallI 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.
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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!
ReplyDeleteGail, 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.
ReplyDeleteFrom Charlotte ~
ReplyDeleteI just love it! You leave a warm sweet "taste" in my mind.
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.
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