I’m from endless laughter.
From long lasting arguments, and
Never giving up.
I’m from his never ending grace,
And long Sunday mornings with
A sweet treat ending.
I’m from learning how to ride a bike.
From hazy memories of goodnight moon,
And voices all singing about the greater good.
I’m from rolling mountains.
From tubing until your fingers go stiff, and
Chateauguay Lake where the canoes roam wild and free.
I’m from the tap tap tapping of feet all in line.
From endless night of rehearsal, and
The sky high feeling of applause,
Looking back and seeing what you’ve done.
I’m from corn on the cob to take out Chinese food.
From start from scratch pancakes and brownies,
and there ain’t nothin’ like a good grouper sandwich.
I’m from home where the loving memories
never grow old.