I Am From

A friend of mine, over at http://50stickyfingers.blogspot.com/ posted this a few days ago. I have been neglecting leaving comments or even posting blogs, so, to try to get back into it, I am going to play along.
And you can too. I will post the link to the template after my poem.


I am from a hot pink bicycle with a cooshy pillowy seat, from Barbie Dolls and Lincoln Logs.
I am from the brown stucco home, warm, inviting, woodburning fireplace.
I am from the beautiful green grape vines lining the entry, the succulent cactus, growing in the planter my momma painted.


I am from touring the neighborhoods and looking at lights on Christmas Eve, and coming home to hear my father read the Christmas story from the Bible, and praying one for each other, from Grandmas and Grandpas and PawPaws and Grannies and Mamaws and Papaws.


I am from the "Be a person of your word"  and "Judge not".
From "Stay where I can see you"  and "Eat your vegetables".


I am from knowing about Jesus to knowing Him. Real tests to prove He knows my need.
I'm from the sultry southwest with roots in the deep south and in Europe, from hamburgers to nachos, fried chicken to lasagna.
From the being attacked by a giant black dog at a family reunion when I was two,  the sneaking rides to school with my cousin when i was supposed to be on the bus, and the little girl who sang at the Rescue mission with my dad.


I am from shelves of albums, dusty old trunks and treasured pieces of jewelry hidden in drawers. Memories, mementos and photos of old.  So grateful for their safe keeping, tying us all together, this family of mine.










Now here is the link to the template. You should go and write one too! (And let me know if you do!)
http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm

If I Only Was The Fellow

From The Best Loved Poems of the American People c. 1936




If I Only Was the Fellow


While Walking down a crowded
City street the other day,
I heard a little urchin
To a comrade turn and say,


"Say, Chimmey, lemme tell youse,
I'd be happy as a clam
If I only was the feller dat 
Me mudder t'inks I am.


"She t'inks I am a wonder,
An' she knows her little lad
Could never mix wit' nuttin'
Dat was ugly, mean or bad.
Oh, lot o' times I sit and t'ink
How nice, 'twould be, gee whizl
I a feller was de feller
Dat his mudder t'inks he is."


My friends, be yours a life of toil
Or undiluted joy,
You can learn a wholesome lesson
From that small, untutored boy.
Don't aim to be an earthly dait,
With eyes fixed on a star:
Just try to be the fellow that
Your mother thinks you are.
                                       Will S. Adkin




Happy Mother's Day to my Momma and my Mother in law...and to all my mommy friends who read this and all you Moms who stop by today. Hope your day is blessed with hugs, kisses, and appreciation for who you are and all you do.