Remembering Who I Am [POETRY]

Trying to make my way in the world –
Dealing with daily cares,
Inundated with news
From faraway lands –
I become scattered, forgetful.
‘Who am I?’ I ask.
And the question repeats itself.
Under the hot summer sun
In Sorghum Corner, I remember.
Beneath the shade trees,
Beside the placid water of the pond,
Eating a plate of slaw and watermelon, I remember.
With cousins big and small,
A baby with pretty pink cheeks,
A bigger one keeping the power grid up, I remember.
In my sweaty t-shirt,
A passing resemblance
Of Pa-Paw’s button-up
As he barbequed the chicken
On the charcoal grill, I remember:
I am part of the Walton clan,
And every part of me,
From the salty tears in my eyes
As I dwell on all these things
To the salt on my back,
Rejoices in that.
And through the mystical love,
In God, that ties us
All together, I take you all
Home with me, in my heart,
A quieting consolation,
Like a mother singing
Softly to her child,
Until I greet you all again.