I am from early morning coffee, from Folger and Starbucks,

I am from popsicles after playing outside (melting faster than we can eat)

I am from lilacs, the willow tree whose vines we used to swing on,

I am from Christmas cookie parties, blonde hair and brown eyes,

From Dalton and Doris, Bud and Maxine,

From bedtime stories and "I love yous",

I am from God's day is every day, not just Sundays,

From bedside prayers with my mom,

I am from Scotland, beef noodles and pasta salad,

from the horses my great-grandfather raised, the many dogs named lady,

and the weeks during the summer spent up north with family,

I am from photo albums,

Pages upon pages of moments I wasn't around to see,

And moments I was there to remember myself,

And pages that are empty waiting to be filled with memories to come.