From Poem by gina prettybrowneyes

I am from Dr. Suess books, from Shredded Oats and Jesus paintings.
I am from the orange kitchen, the library, vinyl siding,
Smell of pumpkin bread cooling.
I am from the dying Christmas plant from school concert, the arcing tree
Battered by boy feet, sewn with ropes and screws

I am from Nona's pound cake and loud mouths,
from Sylvia Amrod and Frank Smith.
I'm from stand up for what's right and love your neighbors
And from Sunday morning donuts after mass.
I'm from you have Jesus inside you and stop hitting your brother
And bye, bye miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the
levy but the levy was dry
I'm from bedtime saint stories and morning prayer songs

I'm from Urbana and Venice, Italy, lentils and rice and Shepard's pie
From kitchen fires: my churros, Dad's pie's, Marco's pizzas;
Amish rocking chair, quilts, carved Jesus on his cross.
My jewelry box on the bookshelf with baby teeth, Korean money,
Religious icons, Pennsylvania- deer-engraved jade
I'm from brown-eyed faces, worn front steps, and fresh rosemary