Based on the Poem Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon
I am from snow boots
From snowstorms and ski slopes
I am from the roughcast walls, (white, rough, unpleasant to touch)
I am from bad grass, Tulips, and the backyard Cedar, which seemed to never stop growing.
I’m from the baked goods on Sunday mornings, and freckles on the cheeks
From Patricia and Pascal
I’m from two-three kisses on the cheek and family dinners
From “hug it out” and “don’t eat yellow snow”
I’m from Easter celebration, and the carols I hear every Christmas at church
I’m from Switzerland and Maman Paul, cheese Fondue, and “Moelleux au Chocolat”
From the hundreds of kilometers, my grandfather rode on a bike from the countryside, to bring goods to Paris during war and the 4 stitches I got from slipping in the shower because of my terrible fear of water.
The boxes and photo albums, filled with family pictures, under the television shelf, from which I remember or learn new stories whenever I take the time to look through them.
I come from these moments
From the lessons, I experienced or learned through others.