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Where I’m From

27 Jun

I am from the winter wonderland of the North; from biscuits and gravy, Cheerios and alcohol-free Pink Flamingos, with delicious strawberries.

From the man who never denied a soul in need, the man who gave everything his all and a family who never took life for granted.

I am from bat-infested attics and gardens blooming brilliantly before the breath of winter.

 

I am from Lilacs and Tulips, arrays of color and apple trees.

From secret spy clubs with childhood friends and a yearning to learn.

I am from home-made quilts with love in the stitches, from well-loved books with the corners bent.

I am from yearly Lion’s club reunions and family I hardly know but love, from family fishing trips in the frozen north, from a dedication to a carefree attitude, from Gary and Suzy, from Larry and Phoebe, from the Harper and the Thomas trees.

I am from the family who never says die, and the minds who never quit on their dreams even when life seemed domineering.

I am from a fractured faith, from the philosophy of a father, the belief of a mother, the church that never seemed prominent, the beliefs that never seemed relevant.

I am from stories scribbled on scraps of paper, pictures stuffed into countless, vibrant landscapes, and all-too common moments when we remind ourselves of who came before.

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So my dad comes to me this morning, and tells me that he has a writing prompt for me. Who knew that it would keep me writing for over two hours? You know, we never realize who we are, or where we are from, until we sit down and really think about our roots, our family, and what makes us us. And now that I think about it, it truly makes me sad that more people don’t spend time to remember their roots.

I hereby challenge you to write a poem of your own, to discover where you are from. The template can be found here: Where are You From?

What makes me? I knew little before I sat down to write this, and now, I know just a little bit more. And that makes all the difference.

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8 Comments

Posted by on June 27, 2011 in Poetry, Thoughts

 

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8 responses to “Where I’m From

  1. eliza keating

    June 27, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    This si a beautiful piece of writng..what a brilliant prompt..Eliza Keating

     
    • Hidden In a Journal

      June 27, 2011 at 4:41 pm

      Hey, thanks for stopping by and taking time to read this. I really appreciate it. 🙂

       
  2. MamaBennie

    June 28, 2011 at 9:16 am

    This is really wonderful, and brings back many of my childhood memories. 🙂

     
  3. Amanda

    June 28, 2011 at 9:49 am

    I really loved this. The details it pulls out of the writer and the colors it offers the reader. A worthy two hours of your life 🙂

     
  4. The hopeless tales of a hopeless teen

    June 28, 2011 at 11:34 am

    I love that prompt -rushes to start writing my blog- That was a great read!

     
  5. Hidden in a Journal

    June 28, 2011 at 1:08 pm

    @Mama Bennie Your welcome, and it is a very great exercise to try out

    @Amanda Glad I was able to make something worthwhile out of those two hours. 🙂

    @hopelesstales Thank you! Glad you decided to try it out yourself!

     
  6. Debashrita Panda

    June 29, 2011 at 12:09 am

    The writing is very nice……..it seems as if you’ve been blogging from a long time ago. Your writing style is a bit professional!

     
    • Hidden in a Journal

      June 29, 2011 at 9:49 am

      Thanks! I think I’m far from professional, but I’m glad you think that. 🙂

       

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