I am from nerf footballs, from grass and mud

I am from the lively, troublesome, Agena court

I am from the dandelions, the cloudy skys

I am from football Sundays and blonde hair, from Andrew, and Bonnie, and George

I am from the Boston accents and nosey questioning

From sticks and stones and “behave yourself”

I am from under-practiced catholic faith,from prayers for me but none in return

I’m from the whaling city, the Atlantic ocean, the French, Italian, and German. From fried fish and spaghetti

From the WWII veteran, the Fairhaven enthusiast, and the Sutton farmer

I am from the East Coast to the West Coast, from New Bedford to Sacramento