Formed from memories
I am from legos, from barbeque chips and the smells of fresh laundry
I am from the mums, the pear tree
I am from pecan squares on thanksgiving and green eyes
From Gram and Robin and Higgerson
I am from the silent treatment and y’alls
From don’t make a mess and make good choices
I am from Sunday football not Sunday church
I am from Henry and Beaudry family tree, lemon squares, and moms famous beans
From the Christmas parties where secret Santa is never done right and cousins that won’t sit still
I am from the cotton fields to baseball games
The hard day’s gram spent in the fields to enjoying our past time