Becca Andrews
Where I’m From #52
By Becca Andrews
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from a mixing bowl
Shiny and dented
Smudges of fudgy chocolate frosting
Streaked across worn metal by eager fingers.
I am from dust motes dancing in the multicolored light
(Stained glass transforms the ordinary into
magic)
I am from magnolia trees
Loaded with dark, waxy leaves and stiff, ivory petals
Coaxed out of loamy, midnight dirt.
Some Southern girls are from more delicate flowers
Permitted to crumple and wilt
I am not.
I am from Saturday football and Sunday supper,
From Mark and Janet, David and Carolyn, Burdest and…
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