Sunday Scribbling: I Come From....
Today's prompt at Sunday Scribblings is "I come from..." I might have offered one of my old poems from my poetry-collection here, because it exactly fits the bill. It's called "Origins" and begins with a first line of "I come from a hawk-cry, flat, plain place..." But Sunday Scribblings is a prompt for new writing, so I'll play along and see what follows....
I come from Sunday chocolate-bars,
summer days in the back-field,
in Nana's house,
in Esther's house,
in Phyllis's house.
I come from aunties and cousins,
climb a tree,
figure out how to get down yourself games.
I come from navy-blue school uniform,
sash and tie,
round-toed sensible shoes,
books covered with wallpaper in September.
I come from Saturdays in town,
Powers' small-profit stores,
doll-house furniture bargains,
paper cut-outs, colouring pencils.
I come from piano lessons,
Tuesdays and Fridays,
cocoa at the fire,
dressmaker aunts with mouthfuls
of pins, fixing outfits for special days.
I come from sisters, brothers,
from always-there parents,
evening crossword games with Dad,
garden exploration with Mam,
dinners of predictable food,
custard-covered desserts as treats.
I come from comfort
I come from home.
[I enjoyed that! Go find other Sunday Scribblings HERE, and see where they come from!]