This is my yearly version of the “Where I’m From” poem prompt. You can find my original prompt here and the versions from 2015, 2016, 2017, and 2018. If anyone else wants to try their hand at the poem prompt, I’d love to read your results, so feel free to leave a comment.
Where I’m From
I am from mechanical pencils, from a blue North Face backpack and a too small iPhone.
I am from the quiet, dark, semi-basement, cluttered apartment.
I am from the kitchen window philodendron, the purple fields of heather.
I am from gathering in the kitchen and continual curiosity, from Catherine and Kenneth and Carlton.
I am from the tendency to correct everyone and a desire for super soft pajamas.
From you can grow up to be anything and don’t read under the covers after bed time.
I am from simple wooden crosses, red carpet runners, and a sturdy A-frame building.
I’m from Monroeville and Scotland, spicy Italian sausage spaghetti sauce and pumpkin rolls.
From the fruit punch cup flying and coloring the dictionary pages pink, the marbled edges that almost look intentional now, and the many incorrect insults my sister made me look up after I used them on her.
I am from fridge magnets, photo albums, computer files, old letters, and boxes of slides.
From time spent reminiscing, memories of loved ones, and family history.
From stories over crossing the Atlantic, founding towns, train wrecks, and weddings.