an excerpt from this meme/post is about the mothers in my life (two grandmothers and mama). this year for the first time, only my mama will be reading...
I am from a bent wire tree covered with amethysts,
From the finger-worn neck of a long-loved fiddle,
From the whispering scent of Jean Naté and a marbled notebook stacked on a well-worn Bible.
You gift-givers wove all my life around with music and beautiful words.
I am from all of you.