Where I’ m From by Clare Heinze

Where I’m From

By Clare Heinze

Where I’m From

By Clare Heinze

I rise from the warmth under my blankets; from cotton threads and cozy wear. I am from the sanctuary at the end of the cul-de-sac, from the hydrangea bushes and the lust fresh air.

I can be a character in Christmas story readings; or be considered one of the hard-workers thanks to Timothy and Tricia and the love that they blossomed.

I dominated at the late night sports games, and danced through the never-ending jam sessions. I learned that “if you don ’t have something nice to say, don ’t say anything at all” and “if you work hard you can achieve anything. ”

I relaxed on the back porch on quiet sunday mornings In my land of New England, From warm family dinners, to on-the-go snacks.

From the piece of finger my dad almost lost to Annie the “ perfect dog ” to the ultimate question; “is this stove hot?” I lie in the piles of the attic and I couldn ’t ask for anything more.