I am from dollhouses and miniatures, from Smuckers and a hymnal.I am from the laughter at the kitchen table, the Rosemary scent of pine sap of the trees I climbed and the comfort of my father’s hand on my shoulder.
I am from the dirt between my toes, the paper that I drew on.
I am from hot chocolate while decorating the Christmas tree and simplicity, from Ginger and Joyce and Al.
I am from the Anthonys and Kinards and Goodmans.
From being too young to understand and being too old to not understand.
I am from world of guilt and a path too hard to receive redemption.
I'm from Texas and Germany, steaks and casseroles.
From the undeserved guilt of childhood mishaps, the fear of being forgotten, and the unconditional love from a drunken grandfather that understood who I was and I understood him.
I am from a black storage container, the top drawer of a dresser and a cedar chest.
There are some powerful emotions here. I look forward to hearing more.
ReplyDeleteStopping by from the red dress club.
You capture such simple and complicated emotions at the same time. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the line, "From being too young to understand and being too old to not understand." That is just so full of meaning!
ReplyDeleteI lived in Texas for a time and when you wrote of steaks and casseroles, you made me smile.
Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks! This was a real walk down memory lane for me!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerri!
ReplyDeleteThere are some very strong images here, some very strong feelings. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSometimes things are better when they are simply said, and that's what you've done here. I can see, smell, and taste the things you have described. Stopping in from the Red Dress Club. Great job on a difficult (for me at least) prompt.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how much emotion and history can be explained in so few words. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI was going to tell you all the things I loved about this, but I would have had toc opy and paste the whole thing. The "fear of being forgotten" I felt that in my soul. Great writing!
ReplyDelete@Nichole, Must be a Texas thing - steaks and casseroles? My parents were born and raised in Texas, I was born there but moved when I was 4.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it was too confusing what my parents wanted from me.
still waters run deep, they say. this clearly is a deep body of water here. :) you don't waste words, and still the pictures are clear. Nice work!
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