Katharine Krul
Where I'm from....
...inspired by my friend whose grandson had to write one of these at school....
I am from grilled cheese sandwiches in the basement at Simpson’s
I am from playing hide and seek until the street lights came on
I am from riding my bicycle to and from a softball practice
I am from the hill in New Brunswick from our home down to the water
I am from sitting alone in the halls in high school
I am from writing songs and poems about myself
I am from sitting by my pool
I am from not ever learning to do the front crawl
I am from sitting on my bed to do my homework
I am from watching Gilligan’s Island with my brother and walking together to the ice cream shop
I am from babysitting with my sister and playing dolls in the tree
I am from being a middle child and not always knowing my place
I am from falling off my bike and not remembering how
I am from playing school during the teachers’ strike
I am from Yorkshire puddings and roasted potatoes
I am from a mom who cares about her family
I am from learning to play cards with my Dad
I am from learning to breathe as an infant
I am from forgetting to breathe during my teens
I am from re-learning to breathe once again
I am from being really super scared and really super brave, at the same time
I am from keeping my cupboards organized but not letting it keep me up at night
I am from few friends who are my best friends
I am from doors that close and windows that open
I am from listening and honesty, from trust and compassion
I am from finding the balance in life
I am from a husband who loves all of me
I am from tea and warm blankets on my feet
I am from sand between my toes and hoping for more
I am from wishes and prayers
I am from running out of time and from having all the time in the world
I am from dancing in my head, to dancing in my church
I am from an endless supply of tears
I am from a smile that comes from my soul
I am from singing my daughters to sleep and from our snuggles in the morning
I am from the dirt in my garden shoes
I am from receiving a diagnosis
I am from not allowing that diagnosis to have me
I am from watching my Dad live and then watching him die
I am from love.
I am from God.
©kekrul, November 30, 2011