I Am From

• Zoe K, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

I am from the deep, blue water and the hot sands of Greece
the crowds at church, early in the morning
rumbles, sometimes with bruised knees, sometimes forgiven
netball courts in the shining sun, and chants before games
violent wars with my sisters, but sisterly love the next day
my Grandma’s kitchen, red aprons and sweet scents
cold Sunday mornings, with mist on the soccer field
Saturday nights around the fire, roasting marshmallows
dark blue eyes and streaky blonde hair
a small group of friends, singing the ‘lip balm girl’ song
I am from a family who loves me very much, but doesn’t have to show it.