I come from the church
All the way from the beginning to the end
From the dresses to the jeans
From the present every Christmas eve
From Toccoa to Tucson back to Toccoa to Oshkosh
From the love of Lois and Tommy who watched me when my parents needed space From Ethelene who I still talk to today
From Deborah who helped me embrace the true side of me
From the peaches to the cheese
From the comfort of the pages of adventure
From the holidays at Sam and Zaks
From Wednesday nights at church where we belong

From the first crush

From the red to the white

From the speed of the wind in my hair
From the transfers and finding where I fit in
From the free drinks and food at Starbucks
From the warmth and comfort of sitting in the red booths at Chick-Fil-A
From the healthy decisions that are made to start my year right
From the snowy morning with excitement on our faces with the” Now Sold” sign
From the circles in the sand and the persistence of praying through
From the sound of melodies and harmonies
From the dark and lights on the page of my creations
From the smell of dirt and leaves with an arrow in place
From the love and affection of my family
From the exhilaration on my tastebuds when my family cooks
From the love and lessons of New City
From the comfort and smell of the south
From the memories of my ancestors
From the glazed eyes I have seen
From the disappointment
From the broken trust
From the tears and sadness
From the mistakes of the past
From the forks in the road
From turning around and starting again
From the good and bad choices
From the dark and the light
From ashes to whole again
From dirty to clean
From death to life
From the restrictions and the privileges
From the love of the people in my life
I am a girl with a broken past but a bright future