I am from the second and the first

The Edwards from which I descend

Birthed by clementines dispersed,

Eaten and enjoyed in portions that depended

Upended by thoughts of despair,

Anxiety Passed down generations

Generations of which I am the heir

I come from ideas so passionate

Passion in fields differing

In sports organizations of Pitt

West Virginia and all I find alluring

Fields of mind like psychology

Fields you find like space and geography

Fields of ever growing ever lasting knowledge

Like fields of growing flowers 

Of blooming interests, hobbies on pathways to college

From Wild and Wonderful

The winding roads of my Mountain Mama

I’m from the laughs of Mama Em

Mama Em who meandered through her Mountain Mama 

I come from Myrna and Sandra

Mom mom and Nana

From Nana’s mama Maw Maw

My birthday buddy from my goo goo’s

Ga ga’s and blabbering Obama

I’m from music

From hit the road jack as a kid

To Prince, Michael, and Queen

From the moments I spent with my family

Whether they’re here or departed

They’re held dear and never discarded

Just like fleetwood

I will never break the chain

I’m from the decisions of those passed

From their anguish and pain

Their success and their nurture

I am from legacies not to be left in vain

I borrow from them the culture

I borrow the lost time

And take hold of the future