Where I’m From poem. Copy this template and fill in the blanks. (inspired by our Bloggy Boot Camp Writer’s Workshop)
I am from a homemade cabbage patch kid by a mother with good intentions. From Saturday morning cartoons, sips of Tab on hot summer days and matching Easter dresses.
I am from the horseshoe on 17th avenue south, where kids scamper through a private golf course chased by angry golfers, fingers stained with blackberries.
I am from the handful of forget-me-nots plucked from mom’s garden, “why thank you!” she winced. From nettles that sting no matter how many cattails and ferns and water you use to soothe them. I am from gentle swaying Evergreens lining the deep ravine on windy nights that put thinking girls to sleep.
I am from Friday nights at Shakey’s and long lanky bodies. From Lynn and Pete, Henderson and Bouska.
I am from jokes at the dinner table and tickling and laughter. From sisters and brothers who offer strength in numbers. From cousin Laura when school is out, to cousin Matt when school is in. I am from a place surrounded by family, but who I also call friends.
From “Oohhhhh-klahoma every night my honey lamb and I!” and “Many roads lead to Mecca!” From adults who speak in riddles to keep small children from knowing.
I am from red and black plaid jumpers and Catholic hypocrisy. A fight with Jesus before my eighth birthday.
I’m from Bohemian Rhapsody and “THIS IS A SCOTTSMAN’S HOUSE!”, mom’s homemade spaghetti and chocolate frosted cake. Filling my belly to the sound of clanking silverware and piggy grunts…a noise that means they’re watching me.
From the bottle of spilled nail polish that stained mom’s carpet and working together to cover it up, the sound of my sister giggling whenever Mom walked past because Lord knows she wasn’t good at lying.
I am from fat leather photo albums numbered and carefully ordered by a step-dad who loved me despite me. From diaries and scrapbooks and memory boxes filled with ticket stubs and friendship. From a ghetto blaster screaming “strike a pose!” and “beat it!” and fly girl dancing.
From Dad’s blue Nikes and Mom’s eye patch. From parents who loved and gave and sacrificed and raised kids who do the same. A cycle I’m happy to continue.
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2.) Where I’m From poem. Copy this template and fill in the blanks. (inspired by our Bloggy Boot Camp Writer’s Workshop)
3.) Share a family favorite childhood recipe.
4.) A time you felt wronged by a teacher.
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