I am from spoons that stir, Nesquick and cereal.

I am from the white, middle house with the flag outside.

I am from the large oak tree, the garden we never seem to finish.

I am from Christmas mornings and short height, from Christie and Mike and all the Dunbars.

I am from crime stoppers and freedom fighters.

From don’t touch this and don’t say that.

I am from the homemade crosses with loved one’s names.

I am from South Sac and Italians who came by boat, pizza and gelato.

From Carl who fought 3 wars, started a family, and taught respect.

I am from that shelf upstairs full of memories, the pictures on family, the loved one’s we miss, the one who made me “me”, and the feelings of love no matter how far gone.