I Am From

I am from the small town kitchen
from rural grocery stores and boxed food.
I am from the long and narrow house
with the two acres on the south.
I am from the last patch of grass without stickers
the one mulberry tree
who's long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I am from hard work and sports encouragers
from Michael and Eileen.
I am from sunday's lunch and the leftovers to follow
and from prayers unseen.

I'm from wash your hands and to be good
and today is going to be a good day son.
I'm from where all have trucks but me.
I'm from Carlsbad and places unknown
Somewhere maybe in the south and enchilada pie as well?
From building things from nothing with my brother
where dirt and land was our medium.
Where all our tee-ball pictures
are still stuck on the same fridge
that I can still remember.