I come from two generations of great cooks,
The taste of red velvet and chocolate cake.
I come from the spiders in my room,
The Taste of Victoria sponge.
I come from the Lego buried in my room
The blinding light from my iPad.
I come from the balancing of my bike.
I come from my grans great cooking,
I come from the great spirit in my mum and my granny.
I come the fears that walk all over me.
I come from the joy of art,
I come from the joy of dogs,
I come from the joy of the park.
I come from the dull skies of Banton.
I come from the freezing rainy weather in Banton.
Rhuaridh
