I am from dirt roads and black tops.
Where the hay grows in the bar ditch and cows peek through barbed wire fences.
A place where the stars are so bright that day looks like night.
I am from Yes sir and yes ma'am.
Take you hat off to greet a lady and clean your boots at the door.
I am from alcohol and anger.
Where glass shatters on the front porch and nothing else matters.
I am from strength and pain.
Where you have to be strong for those who can't be strong for themselves.
I am from misunderstanding and fights.
Not a day goes by when the arguments don't arise and the tears don't fall.
I am from I love you and good night
I am from cookies and pies.
Can-do cookies covered in colorful icing and topped with sprinkles never fail to excite.
I am from hugs and waves good bye.
I am greeted with a hug when I arrive and she waves from the door as I drive away.
I am from a child like wonder and an aging body.
Where the belief in Santa never ends just as the pain of age never stops.
I am from laughter and quilt squares.
Cross stitches, fabric, and spools of thread.
I am from typewriters and office days.
Where a memo pad sets by the phone and stack of files waits patiently on the desk.
I am from singing and roses.
Where you could hear her over everyone else and the rose on her grave.
I am from rodeos and studios.
Late nights, good friends, and talent.
I am from eyeliner and bandaids.
Where you can hide the pain and no one will ever know.
I am from I love you, but you don't love me.
From I am everything you need but nothing you want.
I am from creativity and the unknown.
Paints, brushes, and a blank canvas.
I am from wondering and realization.
Where nothing is handed to you and you work for what you have.
I am from "where the sidewalk ends."
Where things are magic.
Where reality is a constant threat on imagination.
and "where the moon bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind."