I am from hairbrushes and lawnmowers, from Scotch tape and string.
I am from a blue farmhouse, tended to with care, now neglected and worn...from crickets singing their lulling lullaby, and soft Delta breezes caressing my skin. From rolling green lawns and new baby chicks.
I am from the strong walnut tree that allowed us to climb and pillage...from hollyhocks growing wild along side my spirit. From the passion flowers lingering at the back door.
I am from peanut butter on pancakes and thick dark hair, from Lori & Steve, Neves, Holtsman, & Brower.
I am from anger & love, passion & pain. From gear heads, farmers, crafters, and homemakers. I am from creativity and ingenuity, hard work and sweat.
From, "your face is going to stay that way," and "I'll give you something to cry about."
I am from Our Lady of Fatima...from closet prayers and unspoken beliefs. I am from Karma and goodness.
I am from California sun, Portugal & France. From lamb chops and iced tea on a hot summer day.
I am from a car accident, a broken neck and limbs. I am from a fighter, a caregiver, & dreamers in love.
I am from dusty racetracks, county fairs, and mountain campsites. I am from memories that will never fade...
I am from a blue farmhouse, tended to with care, now neglected and worn...from crickets singing their lulling lullaby, and soft Delta breezes caressing my skin. From rolling green lawns and new baby chicks.
I am from the strong walnut tree that allowed us to climb and pillage...from hollyhocks growing wild along side my spirit. From the passion flowers lingering at the back door.
I am from peanut butter on pancakes and thick dark hair, from Lori & Steve, Neves, Holtsman, & Brower.
I am from anger & love, passion & pain. From gear heads, farmers, crafters, and homemakers. I am from creativity and ingenuity, hard work and sweat.
From, "your face is going to stay that way," and "I'll give you something to cry about."
I am from Our Lady of Fatima...from closet prayers and unspoken beliefs. I am from Karma and goodness.
I am from California sun, Portugal & France. From lamb chops and iced tea on a hot summer day.
I am from a car accident, a broken neck and limbs. I am from a fighter, a caregiver, & dreamers in love.
I am from dusty racetracks, county fairs, and mountain campsites. I am from memories that will never fade...
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4 comments:
This is a really pretty perspective and you have a great profile and beautiful eyes.
oh abby, this is gorgeous! the photo and the words!
that writing is so telling, i am glad you shared it :)
lovely.
beautifully written.
what lovely things to be made from.
you are absolutely lovely.
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