Where I’m From
By: Kristin Cox
I am from bike riding,
From bike riding with my friends.
I am from a spotless house
(my mother kept an extremely clean house).
I am from a house
that smelled like a combination of food cooking, cigarette smoke,
And men’s cologne (my mama loved to cook and my daddy
smoked cigarettes and wore lots of cologne).
I am from sharing holidays with Big Mama,
From, “shut up before you get bopped in the mouth!”
“You can’t change the spots on a leopard!”
“Well, I’ll be John Brown!”
I am from going to Sunday school every Sunday,
From youth choir rehearsal, vacation Bible school,
And finally, the church picnic.
I am from chicken and dressing, collard greens,
Macaroni, string beans, and potato salad (Sunday dinner).
I am from the death of my father
on my birthday.
From making it through middle and high school
In a single parent household.
From graduating at the top of my class,
From earning a masters and an Ed.s. degree in education,
From finding my dream husband,
From looking into the eyes of my sweet baby boys,
From ripping and running to t-ball games, karate, and swimming,
From loving my family unconditionally,
From just plain old being me.
I love my life!
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