'Where I'm From' poem- by Linda

Where I’m From Poem

I am from the tangelo trees,

from where the chives flourish.

I am from the dirt filled with delicate aromas

wafting around as I wander past.

I am from the sweetness of the feijoas,

from the citrusy buzz of lemons.

I am from the warmth of the pillows and blankets,

from the flames of the shining, blazing fire during the cold, icy winter.

I am from the heart of the house where the music plays,

with a soft, supple, heart warming tone.

I am from those who look and care for me,

for they are my mother, father, brothers and sisters.

I am from the family wherever the moon is full or new,

we honour our ancestors.

I am from a crispy crunch where fruit is first and last,

no matter what, always being the last bite.

I am from a heaven, a heaven full of delicious fragrances,

but also from the room of rules.

I am from memory lane, back when my mother owned a Fish n’ Chip shop,

from the smooth rocking by my mum, secretly dunking Mars bars in hot, sizzling, oil,

from where everyone is constantly working.

I am from the pan of wondrous, edible goodies,

from the window to the shiny, milky-white walls filled with memories .

I am from the the smooth words of;

“Listen to me or you will be in trouble”.

I am from an always-full room of bouncing excitement,

from the freshness of the crisp, icy, numbing air, every morning.  

I am from where the sun burns brightly and beautifully, with a burning sensation 

from when it rains, it rains tediously.

I am from the most loveliest place of all; my home.

By Linda (Room 13)