Where I'm From
I am from tire swings, from mud pies, and hay bales.
I am from a farm with cows I fed with my grandpa riding on his tractor.
I am from the apple orchard, and the grape vines that fed us their fruits in the summer.
I am from big Sunday meals and opening just one present on Christmas Eve, from Winklers, and Moffatts, and Langmeyers.
I am from the Saturday morning cartoons, and playing superheros with my older brothers.
From what happens in our home stays in our home and family comes first.
I am from grandparents who raised me as their own.
I am from grandparents who raised me as their own.
I am from a home who didn't go to church but knew there was something bigger. I am from finding God at a track meet with my best friends who are still my best friends today.
I am from Germany and Italy, Cuyahoga Falls, and Marsh Run Road, and making homemade pizzas every Friday night.
From a family who loves unconditionally, fights, celebrates birthdays with parties, and shares laughter.
I am from loss of loved ones who embedded these traits in us.
I am from a mom who fought til the end to make sure we knew how much she loved us.
I am from a mom who fought til the end to make sure we knew how much she loved us.
I am from an old box of tin type photos and a farm that often calls me home.