Brit Sjoberg
I am Someone
I am from the worn toy, battered and bruised,
from the smell of fresh cut wood and old books,
I am from the smell of coffee brewing,
and the smell of the crisp mountain air,
I am from the wheat waving in the breeze,
whose resilience matches mine.
I am from the smell of wet dog and the creaky stairs at the farm,
from my grandad and my aunt,
from stubborness and quick wit,
from resilience.
I am from the lunch socials at the old schoolhouse,
from the saskatoon pies to swedish meatballs,
from moving to a new land, into a shack on a sand dune,
and from the pain of leaving one behind.
The farm was the place where I ran free,
sunday night dinners and the chilly ride back,
running in the wheat and sampling a sprig or two.
I am from those moments,
Thank you
I am from
Jayla Godsoe
I am from barbie dolls
from quads and swings
I am from big welcoming walls
and picture frames
I am from blossom trees
whose arms reach out to grab the clouds
I am from knitted blankets and brown sugar candles
from Boones amd Barnets
and from strong and stubborn
from independence
I am from pizza fridays
from banana bread and macaroons
from my great grandpa’s fiddle
and from working to support family
I am from cutting trees for christmas
I am from the moments of growing up with a big loving family
I am Jayla
Alanna WellingtonI
am Alanna
I am from a glass candy bowl
from sewing needles and thread
I am from the pink bedroom walls
and a big white bookshelf
I am from a small heart shaped tree
whose expressing the love
I am from a knitted blanket and a thumper teddy bear
from Brown and Wilson
and from loud laughter and stubbornness
from picking at your nails
I am from pajamas on christmas eve
from butterscotch cookies and costco pumpkin pie
from my grandpa being a hero
and from the cancer that killed my grandpa
I am the homemade birthday cards
I am from the moments of loud family dinners around my grandparents dining room table
I Am From Project 