May is here. A new poem that brings us full circle. Lovely.

I Am From

By: Samantha Littell

I am from 

the quiet countryside 

from 

babbling brook summers and fort building winters 

I am from 

a white picket fence 

and 

a long driveway 

I am from 

tree house high up in the old maple 

whose 

boards were put together by friendship 

I am from 

rope swings and bicycles 

from 

my mother and father

and from 

short temper followed by apologies 

from 

highs and lows 

I am from 

getting a new ornament every Christmas Eve 

from 

my great aunts’ snickerdoodles and my grandmothers’ cranberry bread

from 

my grandfather’s heart attack 

and from 

my grandmothers daily worry 

I am from the moments

in the quiet countryside