I am from sunshine
I am from Papas stinky farm
and walking the sheep on summer days.
I am from midnight card games at Papas,
being told “It was nice being had.”
I am from fairs
and waking up on show days.
I am from the swing in the yard
Where my parents told me my father was sick.
I am from the church that held
a wedding, two baptisms, and my father's funeral.
I am from an RV traveling with friends and family
eager to make new memories.
I am from sleeping under the Canadian stars
when Grandma forgets the tent.
I am from the winter snow
And worn in mittens.