This was a class assignment and I just loved it. I’m sure this poem is super cheese (haha! You’ll get that pun in just a moment), but it’s a fun exercise to do with kids or friends or loved ones of any kind. The deal is that every stanza has to start with the phrase, “I am from…” I just happened to make mine about food, because that’s what I’m thinking about most of the time. So here is my gem, and if you make one yourself, please email it to me at Julieschicklit@gmail.com and I would love to post it for you!
“I am From”
By Julie Chicklitasaurus
I am from Cornish pasties,
Meat and potatoes and onions.
A big warm pie,
With all the best ingredients inside.
I am from casserole country,
Throw it all together and mix.
Hot spices, filling dumplings, Pop’s baked beans.
We all fit together in one big baking dish.
I am from the world,
England, Ireland, France.
We all met together this side of the world,
In Seattle, Montana, Louisiana, Arizona.
I am from life events,
Vietnam, Down’s Syndrome, women’s rights.
We all stood for those who needed help,
In us all is someone wanting to fight.
I am from Grandma Teddy,
With her love of animals big and small.
In a dream she came to me,
And said, “I’ve always loved you.”
I am from Nana Ida,
Whose beauty I’ve always been intrigued.
But her smarts were identifiable,
For how she kept her name.
I am from Grandpa Herb,
In our love of Wheaties and rain.
In his recent passing I found comfort,
In soon seeing him in my dreams.
I am from Pop, my sugar.
Who endearing sense of time,
Leaves me forever wondering,
Will we be together in the end?
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