I am from backyard summer evenings

From Pontiac’s and Chevrolet’s

I am from the quaint red brick house

Cozy, tight, quiet but loud

I am from dark green grass

Cut long twice a week

I am from timeshares and german heritage

From William and Lori

I am from broken cars and endless projects

From “work hard” and “do your best”

I am from Sunday mornings

messing around

I am from Nebraska, the good life

sauerkraut, steaks

From the hands my father regularly cut

The hard-working back of my mother

Picture books lie in the somber basement

Holding memories which cannot be replaced