By Emily Holladay
Many of you have likely read or created a “Where I’m From” poem like the one below. “Where I’m From” poems were made famous by Kentucky poet laureate, George Ella Lyon, and they serve to help take us all back to our roots.
I wrote the one you are about to read during our church’s women’s retreat. I hesitated to post it, because it is not perfect, but it turns out that neither am I. And, if you can’t go back to your roots right before Lent begins, when can you, right?
I am from pen and paper, from composition notebooks and uniball gel rollers.
I am from the big tree beside the house. Full of wonder and hope. My person Narnia.
I am from the strands of ivy, the Easter lily, bringing peace in grief.
I am from horseback riding on the farm and raucous laughter, from Elmo and Frank and Jim.
I am from the stubborn and selfless.
From “this is the day the Lord has made” and “don’t make me look bad.”
I am from “God is good all the time.” And the comfort of a community that assured me, “All the time, God is good.”
I’m from the land of unbridled spirit, sour cream cookies, and Derby Pie.
From the minister’s sons who got drunk on communion wine, the uncle tossed out the bedroom window, and the May Queen, my grandmother.
I am from the attic on Kramer Street, where little Annie sits, protecting the memories, Eager to share the stories of Holladays gone by.