I am from a hot iron skillet,

fairly new computers,

and jewelry from friends and family.

I am from blooming crape myrtles,

strawberries gardens,

and the smell of a ripe citrus tree.

I am from lush green parks,

church bells on Sunday,

and a rushing river.

I am from Grandpa Bill,

the Sleepers,

and the Harts of all.

I am from silence is golden,

money doesn’t grow on trees,

and only the bill spoils the duck.

I am from homemade lasagnas,

German chocolate cakes,

and barbecue ribs at Aunt Dee’s.

I am from stashing items in drawers,

small metal file cabinets,

and the jewelry box from Kevin.

I am from hacking shrubbery,

barbecuing all year round,                   

and collecting teddy bears.

That’s where I’m from.