My Selfie Poem

I am from the dog barking loudly upstairs,
from the clatter of forks and the gushing of the tap.

I am from the tricking sound of water

from the creek in the backyard,

and the feel of dog fur on the ground.

I am from the huge leaves of a rhubarb bush,

from the West Coast basketball team thundering down the court.

The fat palm tree growing a lonely flax bush,

from the comfort of watching a movie upstairs.

I’m from “Tea’s ready,” and “Did you feed the pets,”

and from gossiping parents

and grandparents

and sleepy heads.

I’m from sitting in the sun and telling the dog,

“Do you want to go for a walk!”

and from the clatter of dinner plates

and “What do you want for tea?”

I’m from “Be kind to your brother.” and “Don’t hit!”

From the pages of Harry Potter, and “Stop it I do not like it!”.

I am from a family of art and drawing

and watercolour painting in the sun.
I am from cooling of in the creek,

catching moths in the garden.

I am from the burning heat of Perth Australia

and G’day mate and vegemite.

The sound of chicken in the frying pan

and boring vanilla ice - cream,

from the sadness of moving away from my grandad,

his calm and kind nature makes me happy.

A collection of letters from my grandad,

and a special gifted crystal koala

sit in my drawer glowing with memories.