I Am From Poem.

I Am From.

I Am From

A wooden house with a single sized backyard, no garden but silk green grass and an old black welcome door mat,

With grey, stone and concrete steps as hard as plaque.

I Am From

A warm kitchen with warm smells,

Chicken drumsticks with gravy, Cheesy garlic bread and pepperoni pizza,

Shelves lined with utensils and white plates

A fruit bowl filled up with juicy fruits

Cake tins filled with vanilla cheesecake topped off with a strawberry.

I Am From

Long drives to Auckland,

Rainy days snuggling up in blankets,

Drives to the packed park.

Board games, Chess, Card games.

The sound of: Lorde, Taylor Swift, Meghan Trainor and Freddy Mercury.

I Am From

Folding up the washing, drying the dishes, Bringing back the rubbish bins, Hanging up the washing, doing the dishes, getting the bathroom/shower squeaky clean.

“Do the vacuuming NOW!”

“Do NOT drop your school bag here!”

“Come dry the dishes NOW!” 

“Hurry UP!”

“Clean up your mess NOW!” 

“Oh my… Clean up after yourselves!”

“Turn off the TV!”

I Am From

Kala and Nirmal and one sibling.

The living room is the centre,

The car is the centre.

Stories told, Lives shared.