‘Where I’m From’ is a writing prompt that has been around for years. (I never said I was a trailblazer). If you’d like to do your own, you can find some info here, or just Google, ‘Where I’m From’.
Where I’m From
I am from the land of the Miracle Mile, where pretty party dresses were in abundance and worn with pride.
I am from the smooth, white sanded shores of Jones Beach. and the rocky ones of Oakland.
I am from the pristine ranch house on a suburban, sidewalked street,
where hop scotch and jump rope were played with abandon.
I am from the majestic weeping willow,
whose ethereal branches danced in the wind.
I am from fragrant fig trees carefully covered in winter, and sugar coated zeppoles at the feasts near grandma’s house,
from games of tag with favorite cousins, with nary a thought to tomorrow.
I am from a moon that is made of cheese,
and the elusive Tooth Fairy.
From magical Christmases,
and tinseled artificial trees.
I am from where grudges came easily,
and trust was hard fought.
I’m from bouffant hair,
made with beer can rollers.
From kitchens with formica tables,
where long nails were polished and secrets were told.
From boyfriends who caged me,
and friends who set me free.
I am from a time of innocence and turbulence,
a time that made me,