Pieces of Me

I am made up of all the places I’ve been,

lessons I’ve learned,

and stories that have yet to be told.

I am stitched together by

song lyrics,

classic books,

and strong coffee.

I have soil that smells like heaven when it rains

flowing through my blood.

I’m made from hanging laundry on the clothesline,

and homemade buttermilk biscuits.

My heart beats to the sound of an old acoustic guitar-

that my father still plays on that old front porch

that he built with his bare hands.

Where I become that little girl in pigtails

sitting at her daddy’s feet

every time I listen.

I am from Larry & Peggy’s branch on the family tree.

From fried green tomatoes

and peanut butter fudge.

From the Glenn Miller albums that my granddaddy used to play

to the ceramic sculptures molded by my mamma’s dainty hands.

In my closet is an old hat box

spilling pictures of lost faces

and places that no longer look the same.

I am from those faces and places.

I am from those moments in time-

captured before my roots were planted-

before I blossomed on that family tree.

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11 Responses to Pieces of Me

  1. Priti says:

    You have written everything beautifully 💞 well shared thanks 😊👍

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Brad Osborne says:

    You are like a mosaic. A myriad of thousands of fragmented moments placed together to create something of great beauty!

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  3. utahan15 says:

    i am the walrus cos tusk is ivory. tickles my amusement

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  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Very lovely. I like the way you add all the experiences together. So very true indeed. ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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