I COME FROM
By me, Sharon Tomlinson
I Come From parents of the depression.
I am a baby boomer.
I come from poor middle class although I didn‘t know it.
I am frugal.
I come from a Father who always had extra jobs.
And taught me to measure twice and cut once.
I am a carpenter.
I come from a stay at home Mother
Who taught me to sew, cook, clean, and play with baby dolls.
I am a Wife and Mother.
I come from a Father who thought I could do anything
And taught me that I could.
I am a dreamer.
I come from peanut butter and banana sandwiches
Fried potato sandwiches and
Home made fudge on Sunday afternoons.
I come from hide and go seek and chasing fireflies after dark.
I come from climbing trees, swimming in the stock tank and
Driving a tractor before a car.
I come from riding bicycles on gravel roads.
Push mowers and cloth lines.
I come from sadness and grief from sister loss
Not once but twice.
I come with guilt.
I come with two brothers.
I come from Sunday dinners at Granny’s with fried chicken
Corn on the cob
Hot rolls and chocolate cake with powdered sugar frosting.
I come from peach tree switches.
I am good.
I come from honesty.
I come from Love.
I am loved.