I am from... (ALL you every needed/wanted to know about me)

I am from a moon lit cloud,
and a slightly marred silver lining.
I am from the memories and mistakes,
that make me who I am.

I am for being the youngest.
From the lessons learned by being the baby,
being the last, of seven children.

I am for that famous blue box,
the only thing as a kid I'd eat.

I am from that dirt road,
it took us to the river every summer day.
I am for swift currents and good swimmers.
I am one fo three cousins who swam across the Deleware.
Who made it, to the muddy other side.

From my father's history lessons.
His mocking of my math.
My stepmother's mood-swings
and her cooking lessons.

I am both for and from, Quiet country churches.
Where you know everyone's name.
Where the fellowship halls fill with laughter.
the kind of comfortable laughter,
that you can find nowhere else.

I am from french lessons on tape,
in the kitchen with mom.
At a time when we were both learning.
From her uttered foregin phrases,
countless ways to say please and thank you.
I am from her strict belief that if nothing else,
I would be polite, no matter where i was.

I am from John Travolta nights,
and checkers until sunrise.
(at a time when mommy wouldn't let you win,
she swore,
but deep down, you knew she went easy on you.)

I am from the six foot four wrestler,
who guided my childhood.
With his antecdotes and facts.
The so called realities of "growing up"

I am from he, dennis,
my most treasured older brother,
who taught me NEVER to grow up.

I am from hippies, yanks and honky tonks
From southern gentlemen with soothing accents
and northern buisnessmen with clipped r's

I am for free spirits and dreamers,
For romantics in tune with reality.
for falling stars, stacks of notebooks,
and long stemmed roses.

I am for rolling down hills, at any age.
For playing in snow, especially the first.
I am for the artists,
making it in a mechanical world.

I am from candles and incense,
From nights spent pouring over it,
that white book, with gold edges,
my bible... and not finding the answers.

I am from thousands of books, complimented,
by hundreds upon hundreds of poems.
From Voltaire and Shakespeare.
From philosophy to fantasy.

I am for late, full moon nights,
when im the only cloud in the sky.
For sitting on my roof at midnight,
and the silence that inspires me.

I am from Self Reliance, Emerson, and Poe.
I am for those great people in life,
who are clearly misunderstood.
Because "to be great is to be missunderstood..." right?

I am for painting pictures with words,
poetic justice in all its irony.
For rebels with causes.
For great listeners, or blank paper, which ever works for you.

I am for the art of language.
For people who risk being judged,
and bare their souls to the world, regardless.
For music with lyrics, and music without.

I am for fights with purpose,
For make-ups and break-ups and loves, long lost.
I am from the broken engagements,
and tragic disasters,
of a teenage girl.

I am for reality checks,
when you realize suddenly,
that you've got it all wrong.