I am from ribbons, from hairspray and pearls.
I am from the leaves that cover the ground each fall.
I am from the dogwoods, the pine trees.
I am from pecan pies and brown eyes, from Dale and Tammie and Betty.
I am from the keepers of secrets and doers for others.
From shoulders back and chin up.
I am from Jesus saves! And grace extended to all who ask.
I'm from the glorious South and the Smith line, fried chicken and potato salad.
From the arm my dad broke climbing a tree, the rosebushes my grandmother planted in our front yard, and the heart attack my grandfather suffered before I was born.
I am from dresser drawers full of pictures, big and small, countless times of laughter and love.
Innocence, youth, and independence.
Captured. Frozen. But never lost.
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Beautiful and elegant; and yes, we all have secrets : )
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