"Where I'm From" by Joseph Hinson

Earlier this week as a homework assignment for English,

Joseph had to write his own version of "Where I'm From".

Joseph explained that this poem was compiled of things

that only the writer and their family would know the meaning of.

Here's his sweet and simple poem,

that's no frill but all heart.

Enjoy!

   

Where I’m From”

I am from Op’s old truck, the blanket and couch daddy laid me out on.

From Focalin, Adderall, and Stratera.

I am from the tall grass near the edge of my apartment.

From wooden spoons and switches.

I’m from I love you and stop singing becus’ you can’t.

From squares and tic-tac-toe.

I am from  the pages of “Winnie the Pooh” and “Franklin”.

From “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” and “Shoulder Lean”.

I’m from Noony and Booch,

From Op and Nanny.

I’m from “I love you too the moon and back” and “more than a hog loves slop”.

From Calm Down and You have to take a nap.

I’m from Get that phone Edith and Op’s mom dying when he was a child.

I’m from the Lord has risen, He has risen indeed.

I’m from thick hair and A.D.D.

From Chicken Helper and Ramen Noodles.

I’m from turkey dressing and Christmas ornaments.

I’m from the Bible and a cross.

From the importance of family, Aunt Pat ascending into the clouds, and popping fingers.

From the broken trash can and splintered light pole near the bridge.

In a pocket watch box full of Op’s army pictures, Auburn grass and a mouth piece.

I am from those memories—

Who made me who I am—

Who continue to shape me.

That child is precious

and I'm proud to be a part of where he's from! 

God's blessings friends,

Sarah :)