I am from - Poetic team building activity

I am from stealing warm gooey chocolate chip cookies,

While dodging, wooden spoon, wielded by callused hand grandma.

She never complained.

buried her husband,

buried her second husband,

buried her child,

buried her second child,

In a country that was not the place of her birth.   

Soul power skips a generation.

We dress our wounds daily.

We work as an expression of love.

We pray as a way of breathing.

I am from hand-me -downs, fixer-uppers, Home cook'n and Hard work'n.

I am from love, opportunity, camping, sports, piano lessons, choir singing, 

teachers that pushed me learn, parents who used both tough and soft love. 

Where I am from, gives context to who I choose to become. 

- Journal circa 2011