Poetry

I Am From

Where dreams were forged

Susan Brearley
Wordsmiths’ Weekly
4 min readJun 14, 2024

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Poppy’s library in my mind by author and NightCafe

I am from Reading, Pennsylvania — the same home of John Updike, Keith Haring, Wallace Stevens and Taylor Swift. I am from the school of not being a fan of Reading, Pennsylvania.

I am from Grandma Becker’s house with the giant silver gazing ball and the non-stop yard, that who knows now who mowed all the way back to the tree line — so far that even the strongest child running got tuckered out.

I am from my Aunt Jane who always asked if I wanted her to make me my favorite cream cheese and apple butter sandwich and I never said no.

I am from Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake — and what if I DO DIE what will happen then and my heart fluttering tells me this might happen any minute now.

I am from “get up lazy head” and “let’s get a move on.”

I’m from the old Maple tree on the corner, the country roads I used to drive that are flooded now by a county reservoir, right next to the old stone dairy building they tore down, but everyone still uses as a landmark to give directions. Remember where the old dairy building USED to be?

I’m from the Jello and grape jelly I always hated, warm Charles’ Chips right off the production line, sticky molasses-bottomed…

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Susan Brearley
Wordsmiths’ Weekly

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