I come from a place that sits along the river
with a big yard and an old house that has seen its fair share of angels and demons
where dad sits in a rocking chair in front of the window and talks to God
where mom finishes everything that you weren't even aware of her starting.
I come from I love you's
from "choose wisely", and "you know better than that" and the occassional spanking
from tears of pain and happiness, but not so many from regrets.
I come from imperfections
from things not always done the best way, just the way that was known at the time
from mistakes that sometimes seem to take a long while to understand.
I come from a lot of laughter
from dirty jokes and dumb mistakes
from jumping through sprinklers and just being human.
I come from a place I can always go back to no matter what
from a family who understands grace and a kitchen table that has drank a lot of tea, coloured a lot of pictures and had a lot of talks.
I come from firepits and mosquitos and "Andrea come quick and see the Northern Lights!"
from small town fairs and Miss Congeniality.
From a place where everyone knows your business whether you like it or not.
I come from there and I am me.
Strangely and perfectly