I’m from the endless fields of corn. As the corn grew, alongside them I grew also.
Frolicking through the green alfalfa, just beginning to bud their purple flowers
– I am from them too.
They tickled my tan legs as I brushed passed them in a joyful dance.

I am from the pink tongues of eager cows licking my arm, scratching my skin
like rough sand paper.
I am from the soft fur of kittens- itching my nose as I breathed
in the sweet aroma of their almost cinnamon-like smelling fur.

I am from the long aisles in the grocery store. Gripping the cold silver handle of the shopping cart
as my mom always instructed, I gaped
at the rows and rows of food.

I am from the cookies, baking in the oven at my grandma’s house.
Snickerdoodle, monster, peanut butter, or chocolate chip –
I smell them all – I see them magically turning golden in grandma’s old oven too.

A milk moustache on my upper lip-I am from my favorite childhood snack:
Peanut butter crackers and a glass of cold, fresh and creamy milk.
The thick white liquid ran down my throat, washing the saltiness of the crackers away and leaving
a contended feeling in my tummy.

I am from the whiffs of Sunday’s hearty dinner, drifting up to our bedrooms as
my sisters and I changed out of our Church clothes.

Eagerly my ears perked up whenever I heard the familiar tune of Adventures in Odyssey
sound on the radio in the calm evenings of my childhood.
I am from that too.

I’m from the hot summer evenings,
lying in bed with all the windows open.
The rhythm of puttering tractors was easily audible to me as I lay there awake.
In the fields my Dad and Uncle were busy even at dusk,
creating the sweet smell of hay I’ll never forget.

This is where I am from.