I am from a cup of coffee,
from Folgers and now Keefe.
I am from the small and simple apartment,
and the cluttered, hectic, musty bedroom basement.
I am from the raspberries growing in our backyard,
until our dog shannon destroyed them, silly shepard.
I am from me never saying “I Love You,”
yet always trying to show that I do.
From susan and yes, even Larry
being tough and saying it bluntly.
From “don’t act like a banshee,”
to “you can always count on me”
From going to the steeple,
but take care of your own people
From ten percent sub-saharan Africa
and Hammond Indiana,
kinda like peanut butter and a banana
From the divorced then widowed mother of four,
and yet I’m so much more
From my great grandparents ridding the extra
kittens from the farm
to my mom becoming a nurse and causing
no harm
The tupperware containers of my previous life
are now with mom in Colorado.
But after this virus, you realize
what’s important,
ya know?
