The prompt:
Answer this – I am from…
I Am From Blue Eyes
I am from old women with whiskers
and cats drinking from bowls,
bow-legged men in red johnnies
with the flaps open in back,
just a crack.
I am from whiskey and scotch poured in ice-filled mugs
and cook stoves and kindling and kerosene lamps
and braided rugs laid down in the middle of rooms
and rocking chairs.
I am from stew and potatoes and cabbage
turnips and carrots and bread rising on stoves
and sharp knives and pistols and open windows
in winter.
I am from an old photograph that hangs
on the wall. Of Grandma because I
have her blue eyes.
Her blue eyes.
Julie Eger – Jan. 27, 2011
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I love this. It reminds me of where I grew up.