Where I’m From (present)
By Shannon Fisher
I am from hoodies in every colour, from iEverything and LiveJournal.
I am from one half of the brown, white-trimmed duplex in Henner’s Landing with a fenceless backyard testament to the wide-open boundaries of two families in love, loud, early-morning noises of new development.
I am from the young trees planted symmetrically, choke-cherry, hawthorne and mountain ash, the rows of sod, green and thriving, rolled by two women who’s hearts share the memory of being sisters in a different life.
I’m from Little Women watched, with teary eyes and the hope that maybe this time Beth will stay with us, every Christmas. I am from long dark eye lashes and fine hair.
From Steve and from Emma.
I’m from morning cuddles and talking about absolutely everything.
From “you’re the best thing in my life” and “Who’s turn is it to get up?”
I’m from singing Emma a bedtime doxology by Steve Bell the first four years of her life.
I’m from Calgary, Edmonton and Lacombe,
From Kraft Dinner and frozen McCain’s pizzas.
From the time Steve snuggled up to me in bed and mistakenly told me I stink.
I am from the impromptu interview conducted with Emma and a whisk.
I am from the thousands of digital photos documenting the story of a girl being found by a boy made from tenderness and playfulness who helped her believe that she is smart, talented, full of beauty, and not her past. The story of the living joy that came into their lives in the form of a girl child. The story of that child illuminating corners of hearts that would have remained hidden without love so vulnerable, so dependent, so perfect.
I am from that little family of new beginnings. I am from fights that end in hugs and taking every chance there is to laugh and be silly. I am from a daughter who thinks she hates to be teased.
I am from the sweet, soft hands that call me “Momma.” I am from giggles that fill a room. I am from watching a man love our daughter with a hands-on fierceness. I am from the biggest and most enduring love I have ever known.
I am from the search for freedom and belonging.
I am from freedom and belonging.( I still want to hear your version and so does Annelie, yo!Collapse )
I'm not finding this "present" one as interesting as the "past" poem. This is an assignment I found on a teacher website that I hope to get my students to do in the first week (which starts tomorrow!!!) to put up on our "about us" bulletin board. I know it's going to take a lot of patience and plenty of one-on-one and maybe even some bribery ... but can you imagine the poems my 5/6s could come up with?! Especially ones with the backgrounds/family lives like my students tend to have. I think they're going to be AMAZING and any blood, tears or sweat expended will be highly worth it once we have their finished products. BEAUTY, I imagine. Heart-wrenching beauty.