I am from stuffed toys, lego duplex towers, I am from
non-existent iPods
I am from rock climbing on overhangs, ice hockey and skiing,
during the cold winter months.
I am from Ba Ba Black sheep, singing me to sleep,
From Twinkle Twinkle, and She’ll be comin round the mountain
I am from Teletubbies, Ding the dang dang(as my brother renamed it)
I am from long winters and short summers
From the water, meant for the plants, hitting my back instead
I am from dog parks, and skyscrapers, looking down from
above
High, snowy, Mountains, and lakes, clear as glass, moved to green
humid, jungle and white, sandy beach
I am from noise but not too much, from crowds but not too
many, at stampede fairgrounds, and birthday parties
I am from computers, and iPhones, you name a machine
Where old Liz rules from a distance, with her face on our
coins
I am from discipline, and restrictions
From Tea and Biscuits
From “Hey THAT ONES MINE!”
I am from Playdates and tag
From “You talk to
much and work too little!”
And from Terry Fox who ran so far, and suffered so much
I am from candy bracelets and lollipops, but not too much or
your teeth will ROT!
From Annies pasta, and gross baked beans
I am from German dinners, English Tea, and the BEST maple
syrup EVER!
I am from warm rice pudding, with bananas and cinnamon,
I am from Pina Coladas without the rum, sipped, on the Mexican beach under the setting sun.
I am from “don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched,
Deflating my hope,
From “ Go and Have a Time out” if I do something wrong
I am From “ we’re your parents, and we care about your
safety”
Making me feel constrained
I am from Old family albums , with pictures of me as a
child, before they were born.
From old family videos and “in the day I built dams” from
home working- sewing. And geology
I am from- do your best, that’s all we can ask,
From babies born into the house, and the first steps taken
by them
From the deaths of 2 elderly loved ones, my grandfather, and
great uncle too.
As I flip through the albums, my heart yearns for what I had
My childhood, my happiness, and the times, when my siblings
were young.
But, now as I’m older, I have new joys to think
of, and the old ones lie forgotten, in the albums in the study, waiting to
become reawakened once again.
