Who I Am
I am from modest trailer park play
From dandelion picking in the neighbors field of yellow weeds, to building snow caves in the yard
I am from a short drive to Grandma's’ house,
A place of domino games and shortbread cookie making
I am from long nights of monopoly and
tears shed
Over the loss of yet another game to an elder sibling.
I’m from a change of heart,
Two fell in love and one found the other’s source of peace and truth
I’m from calm, serious personalities,
and the outgoing, energetic opposites
from “I call shotgun!” and “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”
I’m from the yearly viewing of It’s a Wonderful Life
And watching tears flow down the cheeks of a strong Father, as the end credits start to play,
From coming to understand the importance of your impact on the people around you.
I’m from a love of nature and genetic food expertise
Shaped by outdoor adventures, and a seemingly inherited trait of mad baking skills
From enjoying steaming hot chocolate in grandpa's tiny camper,
To canning in the midst of generations of knowledgeable hands.
My church, my town, my family and my scars
A tiny town which will always be home, a base of unquestionable love through the fear of surgery
From the belief of a seed, to the revealed knowledge of a stalwart tree.
I am from those precious moments of everyday life, faith, support and conquered fear
And this is merely the beginning.
Copyright © Kyla Bressler | Year Posted 2019
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