Who am I

I am from my sisters, from love and encouragement.
I am from the hearts of a family with every day challenges.
I am from the Azalea flower and the young Willow tree,
who stands alone and bends for all and finds others in it's maturity.
I am from warm applecrisp and French songs from Gabe and Lucille and
from Lagimodiere and Lavigne.
I am from Catholicism with all it's fear and guilt, to a loving God filled
with respect.
I'm from St. Boniface and French Canadian, Sucre a Creme and
Tourtiere.
From the knee of a great uncle, telling stories of the depression, while
a great aunt bakes warm cookies, and the nattering of a sister that she knows
I can do it if I set my mind to it.
I am from gathered photos in storage bins sugared with dust, trinkets of importance
bought of love, and time that passes too fast to spend with those who matter most.