Where I'm From

A Poem by devon

We had to write a "Where I'm From" poem for my Literature & Composition class. This is what I've managed to scrape together. Hope you enjoy!

I am from lemon pound cake,

from Little Debbie’s and lost keys.

I am from Mama’s failed flower beds.

(Planted with love but not quite enough.)

I am from many oak trees that line

many walkways,

tall, towering, and strong.

I am from tiny, tiny teeth,

from Frances and Arthur, Ginny and Paul.

I am from smart aleck men

and gossiping women.

From “stop hitting your brother” and “don’t eat with your hands”.

I am from Sunday mornings next to an old lady who gave out

Peppermint Life Savers at church,

Aunt Patty saying amen too often and Uncle Mike snoring too loudly.

I’m from Savannah, rooted there like the oaks,

from sweet tea and homemade butter cream frosting.

From the left eye Daddy shot out when he was a kid

and the jagged, purple scar on my brother’s forehead.

Uncle Howard would take me to the aquarium every Saturday.

I’d watch as a golden seahorse would float by in a tank

of blue, blue water.

Memories are a lot like water: fluid, they take the shape of whatever

contains them. Everything I am in that thick, glass exhibit.

© 2014 devon

Author's Note

I am so sorry I have not posted any of my writing in a while. Truth is, my works are far more than suffering due to exhaustion and school work. I will try and make this a beginning to my comeback!

Much love

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zainul

It's a unique work picturing your wonderful past.
How interesting,I also say amen quite frequently like your Aunt Patty!
This is more than "Where I'm From".This is really a very good poem.
You have perfectly pointed out that,"Memories are a lot like water".