I am from letters and phonemes and rhymes.
I am from sentences who are still learning
to begin with a capital and end with a full stop.
I am from numbers that fly through the air
performing magic tricks —
multiplying, dividing, sharing.
I am from skinned knees and broken hearts.
I am from snotty noses and big-lipped pouts,
reassuring hugs and stars on the forehead.
I am from Miss Molly Mack, Shumpu and Open Gate.
I am from the place where
“I lost my homework.”
really means
“I climbed a tree instead of doing my sums.”
I am from an enchanted land
called Childhood.

 

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This is for Toads.  “Where do I come from?”
Where are you from?  🙂