Rooted Deep

I am from the old porch swing
From grandpa's work bench and fisher price
I am from the brick walls
Red, rough
It looked like the dim glow of a dying fire
I am from the ever greens
The Alf Alfa and thistles
Who's purple and pink blossoms pop like fireworks
from the green stems of spring
I'm from fishing and bellowing belly laughs
From Iola and Jack
And Adrene
I'm from the talks a lot
And stubborn as a mule
From behave and
Hurry up
I'm from His ever saving grace
Raining down on me to wash away my sins
I'm from Scotland
Porridge and kippers
From the flames my brother battled when he burnt Mac and cheese
The blood that dripped on the fence post when my dad almost lost his thumb
Above my night stand
Resting from the long day of smiles
United, a family
I am from the smells of homemade apple pie
Baked with love
And devoured with a smile.

Bri