I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.

I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening, it tasted like beets.)

I am from the forsythia bush,
the Dutch elm whose long gone limbs I remember 
as if they were my own.

I’m from fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.

I’m from the know-it-alls
and the pass-it-ons,

From perk up and pipe down.

I’m from He restoreth my soul with a cotton ball lamb and  ten verses I can say myself.

I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch, fried corn and strong coffee.

From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures,

a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams;

I am from those moments -
snapped before I budded -
leaf-fall from the family tree.

I am from __(specific ordinary item)____
from __(product name) and (?)

I am from the __(home description)___.
(adjective, adjective; sensory detail.)

I am from the __(plant, flower, natural item)___,
the __(plant, flower, natural item)___
(description of the natural item).

I’m from ___(family tradition)___ and ___(family trait)___,
from ___(name of family member)___ and ___(another name).

I’m from the ___(description of family tendency)__ and __(another one)___,

From ___(something you were told as a child) and __(another)__.

I’m from __(representation of religion -or lack of it)
(further description)

I’m from ___(place of birth and family ancestry),
___(two food items representing your family)___.

From the ____(family story about a specific person and a detail)
the ___(another detail of another family member)___.

___(Location of family pictures, momentos, archives) 

I am from (several more lines indicating their worth)