Where I'm From

I am from a faded pink bikini with sequins,

    From old Hornady bullets and vintage Cabela’s sweatshirts.

I am from the unfinished basement filled with my childhood memories, to the big front yard where Brittany and I used to play fetch, and the big pool table with the colorful balls in the basement that fascinated me.

    Each house remained alive as I left each adventurous home--

    It felt like the sweetest place you can imagine!

I am from the lavender lilac which never stopped smelling fascinating;

    The beautiful essence brings me to life.

    Each of the lavender petals have a deep meaning, and the aroma sings through my nose.

I’m from the homemade oyster stew and the delicious chili on a snowy Christmas Eve night and the enormous gap in between my two front teeth,

    From Grandpa Delmer and Uncle Rick and of course Randy.

I’m from the hardcore wrestling on the floor and gambling on everything we tend to put our eyes on,

From being told that I could be anything that my little heart dreamt of and being expressed as daddy’s little girl.

I’m from the vintage Christmas CD that played extravagant instruments while my brothers and I put the homemade Christmas ornaments on the towering green tree, and the pleasing church hymns on a snowy Christmas Eve

I’m from the the charming country of Germany where my great-grandmother was created, but was sent off to the United States to create the wonderful family of mine, bockwurst and sauerkraut were some of the delightful dishes my family would make for some of our feasts.

From the time that I went into my grandfather’s treeline to sit up in a 20 foot deer stand and looking around at the breathtaking nature that surrounded my dad and I; I was nervous to shoot my first deer that day; the fat turkeys above us in the tall trees made my dad and I chuckle; as soon as that humongous creature came around the corner to capture a drink of fresh creek water, I knew he was going to be mine; within ten yards, I shot him with all my adrenaline in me; my dad was so proud of me;  he is my biggest supporter; he taught me right from wrong and wiped my tears as I told him all my deepest secrets; it’s hard to find someone who you have extreme passion for, and to know he’ll never give up on you, even if he goes through hell to get there.

I am from the love and passion and the family who never ceases to amaze me, and the old crumpled up pictures that held all the memories we created together; I am from the light and the dark, but I never stop dreaming; I’m from the stories that I’m eager to create.

H.G.