Will the real Domestic Goddess WIP please stand up?!?

I hate poems about writing poems.  I don't mind stories about writters i.e. Misery.  I am writting this blog about writting a blog.  I think mostly because this blog lacks focus.  I had originally envisioned it to be about my transformation from childless wife who hardly ever cooked into a mom that made wonderfully delicious and nutritions meals and kept the house car and kids spic and span.  Then I woke up.  I used this for a while as a personal journal type blog as I was dealing with Piper the pregnancy the NICU etc.  I have occasionally used this to discuss issues improtant to me and my girls: allergies, SPD.  But as I am sitting here at work trying to write my goals for the new year and revise my brand statement I realize that this blog needs a brand it needs a voice.

Here is the brand statement for me as a blogger which I will now use as the about information:

–My name is Missy aka Domestic Goddess (Work in Progress)

–I am a mother of Sary and Piper and wife to Jake, a Christian, an IT consultant, a poet, an artist and a woman. 

–What motivates me is being real; being honest and open.

–You can count on me to/for unvarnished truth about raising a family while working full time and a view into my church life, community service, poetry, and occasionally my fitness.

I am from

I am from a bicycle made from parts, from Pepsi and homemade fudge.

I am from the sandy hills of a man-made lake in central Michigan with the smell of coffee filling the air each morning. I am from antique family pictures with eyes that follow.

I am from the aloe plant’s orange blossom, the lilac bush, and the sunflower rooted below the bird feeder.

I am from monthly Birthday dinners and loud voices, from Debbie Bobbi Danny and Becky.

I am from the too honest and always room at the table. I am from a wall of fame of high school graduation pictures and children in a row.

From “sisters are friends forever” and “everything will work out in the end”.

I am from the nightly prayer, “Now I lay me down to sleep…”

I'm from Arizona where it is hot for too long and the children play until the street light comes on. I’m from Michigan where it is cold for too long and the sunsets at two hours before midnight, from potato candy and Mom’s potato salad.

From the never met a stranger mother, the farmer in his heart father and from four grandparents I never really got to know.

I am from the Gallihugh home where ever it roams. I am from a family of wanderers who are never far apart in their hearts.

I first saw this type of poem on Uniquely Normal Mom the template for this poem is here.