So Where Are You From Anyway?
I Am From...
I am from horses, whether riding or dragged;
from bikes with pedals, or motors instead;
from whistling or hollering to get me back there.
I am from front porch rocking and stale ginger ale,
to chocolate covered cherries and Gram in her chair.
I am from musty basements – full of laughter and cheer,
from pool playing, or singing, or just being there.
I am from Norma and Ruth, from Armando and Ed,
from Karen and Kevin - all kept us well fed.
I am from “Can it kid!” and “Don’t make me come back there!”
and “Go to your room!” - as if I really cared.
I am from “K-K-K-K” and “Krissy come here”
and I must not forget: “When will we be there?!”
I am from bread and from wine, almost any ‘ole time,
from water and incense; scripture and prayer.
I am from chocolate chip cookies and battles for batter,
from pot roast and flour – the smells in the air.
I am from boxes, and boxes, and boxes of photos,
and story and memory – that’s how I’ve been told.
I am from this hodge-podge of people and place,
the story is present in the lines on my face.
And the writing continues from dawn until dust,
on my life and others, as it naturally must.
~ Kris Williams, 10/22/2008
[This poem is inspired by the writing of George Ella Lyon and the heart work experienced in The Courage to Serve program sponsored by Duke Divinity’s Leadership Education.]