based on Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon
I am from white shoe polish
from Murphy’s oil soap and Johnson Wax
I am from the face powder under my mother’s dressing table(fine, smooth
it smelled like roses.)
I am from the pussy willow bush,
the Catulpa tree
whose white flowers I remember
cascading with confetti strings.
I’m from panuche and bowling balls
from Ruth and Robert.I’m from the pinochels
and Michigan rummies,
from You can be anything! And Listen to me!
I’m from thou shalt not
under a canopy of crossed swords
and the Act of Contrition on a cheat sheet.
I’m from Emil and Magdelina’s branch,
chicken and dumplings and sauerkraut. From the lungs my grandmother sacrificed
to her cigarettes,
the finger my father had sewn back on during the war.
a puzzle of known and unknown faces
to float in the recesses of my mind.
I am from those moments --
snapped before I was thought of --
the oldest branches from the family tree.
- Roberta
Worthington
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