I am from challah, from the Plain Dealer and evening walks.
I am from the hills named for the peoples who once lived there with cliffs of shale.
I am from indian paint brushes, the roses climbing tall.
I am from Christmas eve dinner and mass, from Josephs and Sophies and Sachiko.
I am from bluffing in pinochle games and traveling the world
From taking pictures with your memory and setting a river on fire.
I am from Roman Catholic tendencies, only to realize that means that I am not a human being and rebelling against that.
I’m from small countries in the mountains just a few generations ago, potica and kielbasa.
From walking to get a petition against flouride, the hats copied from styles of Paris, and the dinner with a national treasure.
I am from I am from sunsets on the Metroparks, fairie’s nets in the woods, piano lessons and parties…to leave everything behind and be new.