I Am...

• Julia Bell, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

I am all the things of my past.
My mum's dark brown hair,
My dad's arguing over nothing,
My nanny's sweet tooth.

I am all I see.
Friends having fun around me,
Crystal waves crashing on the shore like broken glass.

I am all I hear.
"Clean your room",
Gentle classical music,
The loving purr of my cats.

I am all I feel and taste.
Soft silky fur between my fingers,
Chocolate melting on my tongue.

I am all I have been taught and remember.
Bees eat cabbages and uncle Sam's eggs,
My best manners'
Learning about the Lord our God.