I am from the dressing-up-box, from family board games and crammed book cases.
I am from the end terrace where the kettle’s on and the fire’s lit.
I am from the cul-de-sac, the wasteland, the tow-path,
The tree with the rope-swing down by the mill.
I’m from the morning hooter and “First call for breakfast!” and “Coats, bags and shoes time!”
From the Mullan Clan and Graham Get-togethers.
I’m from “Hello Spud!” and “You’re a Doo-Doo!”
I’m from “we don’t scold for accidents in this house”, from “thy grace is sufficient”,
from “the best is yet to come”.
I am from dreamers and pontificators and Deep Thoughts about Life.
I am from the old hymns, the gospel halls, the summer camps, from singing in the car and at the piano and round the campfire.
I am from peace like a river and a hole in the bottom of the sea.
I’m from Japan and Northern Ireland, ramen noodles and hot-buttered toast.
I am from Narnia and from the Faraway Tree.
I’m from Betty’s and Nigel’s and the Cheshire Cat, from sticker books and pasty suppers and from a quarter of midget gems.
I am from super 8 cine films in the roofspace and from letters in shoeboxes under the bed.
I am from old photos in old biscuit tins, from a 1980 snapshot, from a family of 5.
[ This is part of the SheLoves Synchroblog ]