I am from dirt roads,

Where the dust rises as you drive

I am from musicals and sports

From Willy Wanka and the Christmas Carol

To basketball and softball

I am from southern cook-outs

With cheesy potatoes and brownie delight

At the old-town church

I lived in old-ranch houses

That have firm foundations outside,

crumbling on the inside

I’m known as Keith’s youngest daughter

From the well-known

And extraordinary

From you better behave or you get the belt

and “I’ll show you a knot in your tail”

I’m part of the Webb’s and Goreville

Where everyone knows my name

And what I do wrong

From the anger my father struggles with

The bathtub where my mother hides

The separations I didn’t see coming