I am from...
By: Slade Hogan
I am from early days and fond memories
From Christmas presents long awaited nestled
From days spent playing with cousins
From the smell of the ham slowly engaging my tongue
From days of listening to Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band
and days of home school
I’m from the doting of a grandmother
From “I can’t do this” to “I have the ability”
I’m from saying Moses built the Ark
From “why did this happen to me?”
and “How long do I have to wait?”
I am from my dad’s image
From days of wonder to days of misery
From the sharp smell of potato salad and cole slaw
From the huge chest in our living room overflowing with memories
Pictures and even just tidbits from times not easily forgotten
I am from memories
No other person can know what I see
But when I look in the mirror,
I just see me.
4 comments:
WOW LArry, this is awesome...
looking back at so many ancestors only to get where we stand and ALL this we are.
this is outstanding! so much hidden beneath the surface that's reflected in the mirror, so much happening no one will ever see...
this is wonderful and reflective! Is Slade your son? If so, the gift runs in the family.
this is wonderful Larry. Slade has a real way with words--how does it go, "like father, like son?" :-)
he has a very strong sense of who he is and where he came from, i know you're extremely proud.
(and you should be!)
hugs and smiles,
j
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