Thoughts of a Foolish Dreamer

I am from yellow painted walls, from uhauls and midnight skype call.
I am from various sites of our rental homes.
I am from the yellow carnations we planted to support the troops, the gusts of wind that chill the soul on the coast of Oregon.
I am from Valentines day dinners and easy smiles, from Tim, Paige, Emily and Stephen.
I am from dramatic women and steady men.
From "beauty is as beauty does," and "a job worth doing is worth doing well."
I am from a steady stream of biblical commentary on movies by my mother to make sure we understood what was right.
I'm from Alabama and Ireland, Coacoa coolwhip and Soy milk.
From the promised beanie baby tree that never lived, the menagerie of animals we owned, and the countless campfires that burned, warming marshmallows to reach golden, fluffy perfection.
I am from a messy shelf and eternally unpacked boxes of photo, VHS tapes and finger painted pictures. These are our history, our memories are our hometown and our roots.