Where I’m From


I am from travels across long and winding roads.  From musty clothes and a tattered suitcase.

     From the lonely U.S. Navy sailor on shore leave and the USO singer looking to escape, I am the aftermath.

I am from Huguenot, number 327.  Long dark halls where fear hid behind each door.

I am from constant disagreements and hurt from Strollo, artistic talents from Havens and depression…from Smith.

I am the sarcastic one of Lloyd Chester and ever-critical like Mary Patricia but not as hateful as Mary Agnes.  I have Marjorie’s fleeting elegance… but not her voice.  I have Lee’s fingers guiding mine as I write …but not the music from his soul.

I am from kneeling in Catholic church until my knees were numb and my back ached from staying rigid.   From pain that was better than any punishment from the nuns who patrolled the aisle.

I’m from the poor shadows of decaying New Rochelle and the wealth of golden San Francisco.  Beef Stew and Pâté de Foie Gras.



I am from Lilacs, briefly bursting with soft color and fragrance.   From sand that washes into the ocean with every storm.

I’m from hindsight…and wishing.  Always wishing.

I am from dreams of different beginnings; from gathering moments into boxes of forgotten memories labeled… Indifference,  Anger and Why? 

Mostly, I am an outsider, safely standing on the edges of my life, wondering.



Mama’s Losin’ It

From Mama Kat’s Writing Prompts….Complete the “Where I’m From” poem. 

I first wrote and shared this post way back in 2014 and there was nothing about it I wished to change for this current prompt response, nor did I want to write a new post.  This reflects me; my beginnings and where I am at this point still in my life. 




  1. carol says:

    After reading your’s and other blogger’s “Where I’m From” poems, I am inspired to try my hand at it. When I first started reading the template and “fill in the blanks”, my mind just drew a blank.

    I can tell a lot of thought went into yours. Thanks for sharing.

    • Patty says:

      Please, please give it a try. This writing exercise is so cleansing in many ways. When I started mine, all the thoughts that live in the corners of my mind just jumped out, wanting to be heard.

      Thanks, Carol!

  2. Jerralea says:

    Very touching. I am hoping that you have found what you’ve been wishing for and wondering about!

  3. Al says:

    OK here goes,
    Do not stand at my grave and weep.
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am a diamond glints on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
    I am the swift, uplifting rush,
    Of quite birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry.
    I am not there, I did not die.

  4. What a wonderful moment for you! Congratulations!

  5. Beverly says:

    What a fantastic “Where I’m From” Poem. I did one, too. It was a good challenge. I wrote the concepts I needed to fill in on a piece of paper to think over and scribble on as ideas came. It was kind of like an elaborate Mad Lib requiring more description.

    • Patty says:

      This particular challenge has always been a favorite of mine. A simple template just opens the door to all that makes you…you!

      Thanks, Beverly!

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