I am from a friendly neighborhood nestled on a hill ,
from backyard football games
and authentic home cooking.
I am from the house on the corner,
surrounded by green grass and tall evergreens.
I am from the garden my mother is so proud of ,
the tall maple where I found shade in the summer
I am from Sunday dinners and humble attitudes,
from Potesta’s and Dorsey’s.
I am from ambitious businessmen and hard working coalminers.
From “never give up“ and the golden rule.
I am from a strong catholic faith. Sin on Saturday saved on Sunday.
I'm from Fairmont and Rivesville, spaghetti and meatballs.
From the respected business my great grandfather built himself , to the World War II hero I called grandpa.
I am from the cedar chest of memories filled with pictures and artifacts, that refresh wilted memories, from those experiences I have been shaped, and that I cannot trade for the world.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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