I am from a closed door, from mirrors and drawn shades. I am from the small house that comforts. I am from the daisy. The big pine tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from Christmas' together and the south, from mom and dad. I'm from dinner together and a kiss on the cheek goodnight and from hugs goodbye.
I'm from don't do that and great job and He's Got The Whole World In His Hands. I'm from church on Sundays. I'm from St. Mary's Hospital in Decatur, Illinois and down home in Alabama, steak and fried okra. From Mamaw Boyer being diagnosed with lung cancer and her surving but becoming a victim of congestive heartfailure. She is with me and her love is always in my memories and forever in my heart.
Cool cool, you are from Decatur I see. I went to champaign in the ninties i knew some folk from round there and over by Rantoul, they are both close by Champaign
ReplyDeleteYea, I technically live in mt. zion but was born in Decautur. I miss it. I moved down to Waterloo in 6th grade. I lost touch with a lot of people. I am slowly getting in touch with them but so much has changed and we are no longer the same people we were in 6th grade. I have always wondered how my life would be if I never would have moved from there to down here.
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