I am from Legos,
From Link-n-logs and endless days of building and crafting,
I am from chicken and juicy steak,
From swiss rolls and “Don’t take that in the living room.”
I am from my playhouse,
With the swings and slide I loved.

I am from countless “I love you’s.”
From eighteen great birthdays
With all the family that you could ever wish for
In one room.
I am from “Jesus loves Me”
And where the Lord’s Supper means “snack time”
(when I was little)

I am from the golf course,
Where one birdie meets a few bogeys.
I am from one brother and two cousins in one room,
Being as loud as possible to annoy me.
(In a good and funny way).

I am from a house
Whose roof protects me from the rain
While I take a nap,
Whose walls protect me from sometimes-harsh outside world,
Whose family loves me.
That is truly where I’m from.