For this weeks post I chose to rewrite a new (other than the first line) “Where I’m From” poem:
I am from the basketball hoop in my basement
from a bucket of whiffle balls and rubber bases.
I am from non-stop activity
and carefree living.
I am from the front porch that was used as base for man hunt
whose loneliness attracted those who made it there alive.
I am from my drum kit and my baseball glove
from Rolland and Lou
I am from twisted humor and the need to constantly argue
and from very loud noise
from the love of all things sports.
I am from St. Stephen the Martyr.
I am from Grandpa Rolly and Grandpa Frank
from goulash and biscuits and gravy
from grandpa saving the day
and from grandma making me butter noodles.
I am from those moments that I cherish and that make me who I am today.