The Life I Lived

I am from a small house

On a busy street,

Rooms crammed with people

A place were strays are welcomed

And walls seep with love

 

I am from the wrinkled skin of my grandma

And mum’s corkscrew curls in the wind

From a baby’s hand clutching mine

And the thorn of the roses we picked

 

I am from the mournful song of the sirens

Coming to take an angel-girls lifeless body away

And the cries of my mum

On a night when tragedy rings true

 

I am from the chocolate gravy on a Sunday morning

And wild berries in the backyard

From grandma’s sweat

And mum’s sweet perfume

 

Like the ocean tide

Life is always churning and changing

But I will never forget

The people I loved

 And the life I lived

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Wonderful!