I am from a cul de sac biked around a million times,
from full flower beds and driveway cracks
I am from bunk beds and Yo-J,
from happy summers and chasing the sun
Where family means best friends
and Mom & Dad have the same Saturday morning spots
I am from imagining and creating,
with eyes that are wide and watching my father
I am from a man whose kind eyes showed me Jesus,
with strong hands that taught me His ways
From a hard-working woman with curly hair
who loves deep, wide, and selflessly
I am from a Jeep's left backseat,
the middle and right belonging to my sisters-
always my sisters, never leaving my side
I am from Kathy's house after school,
I am from Supermarket Sweep and roundbrush singing,
From the "mushroom pool" and snow forts, safe car rides and family dinners
I am one of forty kindergarteners
who became forty high school graduates
I am from selfishness, neediness, brokenness,
But I am from two patient and faithful parents
I am from a world colored by the grace of knowing a beautiful Lord,
I am from the kindness of a Father who gave me these dear souls