I am from a Barbie House, from my Mom’s Heart.
I am from the Yellow House on the Corner Lot, and Surrounded by Fences.
I am from the Weeping Willow, whose Life Grew from my Grandfather’s Hands.
I am from Tourtiere Pies and Yorkshire Puddings, and from the Wrong Métis Heritage and English Ships, from a Catholic Mother and Anglican Father.
I am from Christmas Evenings followed by Bountiful Mornings, from Turkey Dinners which now include Ham, from My Husband, and from his Family.
Just a girl with Hollie Hobby in her arms, surrounded by love.
I am from the Moments with My Family.