I shouldn't be surprised. She has always been creative. She has always been smart. And, she has always been independent. So when she shared with me her assignment from one of her 6th grade classes, I knew I had to exercise my parental bragging rights and share this with you....with her permission of course! Check out this insight from an 11 year old.....
I’m from the
secrets that have never been retold.
The whispers
sway one direction, not to be swayed again.
The sweet
sound of my mother’s voice, crushed into a noise that only I can hear.
I’m from the
sweet memories as if they were my feet, I walk on them everyday.
Crushing,
breaking, destroying the bad, making new memories.
I’m from the
tragic, devastating moments that made me scared and stubborn.
I’m from the
cumbers my grandpa grew.
The fresh,
green veggie that came up from the soil.
I’m from
those sunny Sunday mornings that brought me closer to God.
I’m from
those times my sisters dropped vases on their toe.
I’m from
those fights that never lasted, the ones where we belly laughed afterword.
From the
holding hands when I prayed to sipping Dr. Pepper.
The rivalry
between the bears and the panthers that always lasted.
I’m from
those summer nights when you would have to eat my momma’s fries for dessert.
The crisp,
darkened potato slices you’d have to digest for sweetness.
From playing
ball, to dancing around.
I’m from
North Carolina, where we do things right.
That’s where
I’m from, so what have you gotta say?
Madi Marlowe
3-10-2014
