I’d like to share a poem I came across many years ago that has become part of my collection of favorites. George Ella Lyon is an American author from Kentucky who has published several genres, including picture books, articles, juvenile novels, and of course poetry.
I am from clothspins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening, it taste like beets.) I am from forsythia bush the Dutch elm whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own. I'm from fudge and eyeglasses, from Imogene and Alafair. I'm from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons, from Perk up! and Pipe down! I'm from He restoreth my soul with a cotton ball lamb and ten verses I can say myself. I'm from Artemus and Billie's branch, fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, the eye my father shut to keep his sight. Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams. I am from those moments-- snapped before I budded-- leaf-fall from the family tree.
(In case you were wondering, that very last line is what caught hold of me, lol. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do!)