I am from
I am from clean white sheets on the clothesline
and the wren’s joyful song.
I am from the catalpa’s scented shade
and the grape’s pungent taste in summer.
From “pearl-harbor bombed!”
and blue, red and yellow points;
from a hot long walk to Sunday School
and from a haunted basement.
I am from Chester and Alma, Ed and Laura,
Sandra, Janet, and, of course, Cam.
From chicken and noodles in a sunny dining-room,
thickened milk and bean soup
over well buttered bread.
From the school, church, and sugar beet factory.
From wise sayings like:
“a stitch in time saves nine”
and
“see a penny, pick it up…”
I am from a day now forgotten.
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