Good morning! For anyone that read yesterday's post, I said I would follow it up with this poem. I took an online class earlier this year with the wonderful Misty Mawn. It was titled "stretching within". It was a drawing, painting, collage, journaling and photography class. It was amazing! Our first assignment was to write a poem, with the prompt, I come from................ This was the first writing I had ever done. It was hard! But I did it, and shared it with our group and found out from reading everyone's poems, my life was not a lot different. Everyone struggled with some issues from their childhood. But we survived and came through and are stronger because of it. I wrote a post earlier that was titled "don't look back". I am trying to follow my own advice!!
I come from.............
I come from the fifties, from roots deep in the heart of Texas. Stretching the sea from Ireland to the Choctow reservation.
I come from small town parades, walking to school, many childhood to present friends, handmade barbie clothes, antiques, gypsy blood and wheels on my feet.
I come from talent. Mother was a blue ribbon gardener and gypsy treasure hunter and daddy was a blue collar worker and an amazing woodworker. Talent and lives blurred and slowly washed away in alcohol. I come from being the adult in a child's world, filled with anxiety, mis-trust and fear.
I come from loving grandparents. Aprons, fried pies, cobblers, gardens of swaying poppies, feather beds, beehives and honeycomb, paint by number, days at the five and dime and the lingering smell of jergens cherry almond lotion. My salvation and my rocks.