Poems

"Where I'm From"

I am from Spoons From Lysol and Gain I am from flowers that grow so wild Wild like horses running in a field I am from the apple tree The dogwood tree Whose long gone limbs I remember As if they were my own

I'm from food and shortness From Nanette and Lynn I'm from gossipers and loud mouths From yelling and working

I'm from the little town of nowhere And "don't be a ho like your aunt" From my mother telling me to always act like a lady I'm from mema's good cooking I'm from layeth in green pastures From corn and peas From my grandaddy's chair Still rocking, as if he were there

The heartbreak from the pictures Of family that has been Ripped apart over the years.