I am from umbrellas,
From the sweet shop and the pond,

I am from the red bricks
And white doors.

I am from the plant in the corridor,
The bent over tree that i loved, lived, and played in.

I’m from curry on Fridays and the every day pies,
From crazy uncles and a boring grandad,

I’m from hokey practice on Thursdays and church on Sundays,
And from going to bed whenever you want.

I’m from the monster up the stairs and the scary doll on the bed,
And ” don’t forget to share and care”

I am from the land far away and the city under the clouds,
Fish and chips and roast dinners.

I am from the man who sailed the seven seas,
With his red beard,

From the Traveling piano
Under the stairs.

By Libby B.