I had a chance for a quick first draft and now have gone back to revise it. Here is the second draft of my poem (I would welcome any feedback):
I am from campfires,
from s’mores and lake swimming.
I am from singing and baring
our souls in the moonlight.
I am from pop-up campers and motorhomes
From walking the dog through camp.
I am from wild raspberry sundaes
and Shish-ka-bobs on the grill.
I am from road trips
and stops along the way to Florida.
I am from visits to old friends
and arriving at Sea-Oats.
I am from drives with
the sunroof open, blasting
Peter, Paul, and Mary.
I am from worry and pain.
Clutching chests and pacemakers
I am from don’t-stress-your-dad-out
From reading in the dark with a flashlight
or hanging from my bed to get
light from the hall.
I am from used book sales
and Nancy Drew
I am from Agatha Christie
and The Adventures of Treehorn.
I am from cocktail hour with my Grandparents.
From liver sausage and cherries doled out
from Brandy Manhattans.
From 4th of July picnics at their house
and weeks spent in Florida at their condo.
From Turkey loaf on Thanksgiving
with ice cream roll for dessert.
I am from marathon Monopoly
that lasted all weekend.
I am from muted baseball games
and eating ice cream past my bedtime.
I am from The Music Man and Grease
from performances big and small.
I am from Little Mermaid and Dirty Dancing.
From belting out the songs with my sister.
I am from Sundays at church
and midnight services on Christmas.
From youth group and choir
and funeral services too young.
I am from panic and loss
From relationships strengthened
These defining moments wrap
around me and give
me the person
who I am today.
I am from love
I am from pain
I am from family.