I’m from warm bread and a hundred foot jump

From dirty dishes and steaming pans

I am from the place where family abounds and flour stains our shirts

Our hearts are full and our bowls never empty

I hail down from northern countries and still listen to their songs

I am from Lords and Ladies high in their court

I’m from a farm, warm and muggy with the animals grazing

from loud Christmas Eves and one too many cookies 

I’m from a slowly roaming family as I am left behind waving my hand goodbye,

from long hikes in the cool woods I think of what I have

I’m from movies and late nights, wrestling and painting,

from games and books that took me on wonderful journeys

I am from the crashing waves and sandy feet, crunching shells and salty air

From the sea to the  river I used to float

I am from “plus one” and “see you soon” a town made of family,

I am from hazel eyes and loving thoughts,

from folded arms and soft words, we see each other once a week