Who I am

I am from pretzels, peanut butter cookies and good cheese.
I am from old furniture, chippy paint and soft summer nights.
I am from the pink blush rose, the wild frayed peony
I am from pajamas on Christmas Eve and wild raucous laughter.
I am from the messy and the deeply passionate
From stubborn and the overly dramatic.
I am from the chalice and the cross. From the humble mixed on high.
I'm from the wind swept plains, pasta and thick fruit pies.
From the place where you could find a snake on your font porch, tornados were exciting and you spun in circles under the skies that turned that queer shade of green that meant a bad storm was rising.
I am from pictures and memories in a small box that tug my heart strings till they ache yet I go on living anyway.

2 comments:

You can call me Betty, or Bethany, or Beth ...Just don't call me late for dinner. said...

Lovely, Maddie... Just Lovely!

Anonymous said...

Wow Maddie... those words are pure and heartfelt and beautiful.