Writing Exercise
I am from ripe Georgia peaches
From Folgers coffee and pecan pie
I am from the bluegrass of Kentucky that blankets the ground, lush under bare feet
I am from the Lily of the Valley,
Buttercup fragrant bells growing wild and abundant.
I’m from candlelight service and curled hair
I’m from Paulina Darsey and Fay Muse
I’m from the ‘sweep that right under the rug’ and ‘I love you!’
From “where’s my big toe” and “have you been eating crab apples?”
I’m from amazing grace, Holy Spirit, I’m forgiven!
I’m from red clay, Stone Mountain, and transcendent immigrants wanting this better life,
Cornbread, Brunswick stew, and fruitcake
From the time my Grandmother picked my Grandfather off the side of the road
The Mom who took her middle name and made it her own
Old home movies under dust motes and pictures tucked behind the other on bookshelves long forgotten,
These memories cracked on sacred harrowing times of how we survived and thrived.
Reflection of Providence 