I Am From

Coy Draheim I am from a mother, that cared not of my mistakes, but of telling me that I was loved.

I am from country, born to a small town, shocked to grow up in a big one.

I am from family, where happiness and good times were a wildfire and you always wanted to get burned.

I am from a grandfather, who filled in as a dad but was loved as one from the start.

I am from sports, hard wood floors and metal hoops feelings of triumph, and humbling in moments of defeat.

I am from the arts, music, drama, literature, and art sparking expression and a getaway.

I am from teaching, a parent that taught at work and home and a son that will follow in those footsteps.