I Am

I am milk barn, outhouse, and rolling green hills;
I'm a warm quilt on a feather bed
And cool water drawn from a well.

I'm a City Girl sprouted from country roots,
Part Joy Ruth and part Billy Fain,
From a place where folks use two first names.

I am supper on the table at 5:00 sharp!
Part home-cooked meals, camouflaged leftovers,
Kickball evenings, and sweet tea on the porch.

I'm a silver Christmas tree with color wheel;
I am coloring books, a big box of crayons,
And the happy smell of a new Barbie.

I'm my brother's rock-n-roll band in the garage;
I am part "Pretty is as pretty does"
And part "You'd argue with a sign post!"

I'm a Welcome mat with open door and open arms
For family, friend, or creature down on his luck.
I'm a patchwork of life's small moments,
Some rough around the edges, all beautiful,
Sewn together to tell the story of who I am.

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