- THEN, for each stanza, add three participial phrases that describing the images in the stanzas.
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Mrs. Gillmore's Poem
I am from tires,
from Chevrolet, and batteries,
- unloading by the truck load,
- washing many used cars,
- driving my detailed rides.
I am from the creek beside our house,
(cold, running,
it tasted like frozen ice cubes),
- overflowing into our tire shop,
- catching crawdads that pinched,
- removing leeches from my feet.
I am from the zinnas,
the marigolds,
whose weeds I had to remove.
- filling the beds with color,
- planted yearly by my mother,
- resulting in my now planting them, too.
I am from peanut butter pie and a stubbed nose,
from Ollie Jo and Wilford.
- eating enough dinner so dessert I could have,
- carrying on the Friel genes
- blessed beyond measure by them both.
I am from the yard sale bargains
and no TV's,
- obtaining "Best Dressed in Who's Who,
- watching the "one-eyed devil" at the neighbors,
- growing up different but okay.
from "rise and shine" and "you look nice."
- groaning for just a few minutes more of snooze time,
- complimenting me every Sunday morning on my design,
- waving that final good-bye.
I am from "Only Believe"
with beliefs solid, strong,
and the piano I play by ear.
- learning one note at a time,
- staying true to my convictions,
- absorbing, singing word after word.
I'm from Friel and Irish descent,
popcorn and fried chicken.
- frying as only my momma could,
- making dad's snack every night,
- giving credit for my red-hair.
From the work habits of my ever-doing parents,
the miles traveled to and from church three times every week.
- owning multiple businesses,
- mowing all the surrounding yards,
- cleaning house every Saturday morning.
I am from the box in the back of the closet,
stuffed to the top,
many black and white,
easier years later to view.
- preserving memories of parents and siblings from years past,
- bringing to life the faces now deceased,
- absorbing who I was, who I am.
I am from those moments -
standing, oh, so proud --
family traits I do possess.
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