I wrote a poem.

//Photo by Gloria Berry//

I Am From

By Lynn Tucker

I am from the willow tree, whose life was cut short

I am from metal slides and monkey bars and mulch-covered hands

I am from the code word Cheeto–which had nothing to do with acting like
      pirates

I am from grilled cheeses and homemade peach ice cream

From pink liquid medicine that made me nauseous

I am from Jaci Velasquez music and dancing around the big green chair

I am from “Kill The Rat Again” as my siblings ran all over the house
      with croquet sticks

I am from the whistling kettle and the brewing coffee pot

From the aroma of chocolate chip cookies spilling out of the kitchen

I am from the Millers and Odoms; from Arizona to Tennessee

I am from little knowledge of Mamaw and too much knowledge of Papaw

I am from Treehouse and praise team and “How Great Is Our God”

I am from two loving parents and two fun-loving siblings

I am from the Tucker tribe; the youngest of the five