I come from

I come from the smell of mince and potatoes every Sunday night,

Goats cheese in August and eggs every second weekend.

I come from my mum and Smokey who was always there for me,

I come from the music from the piano and playing the piano too.

I come from the animals that would keep me company when I was down.   

I come from moving houses and decorating them.

I come from sour smell and terrible taste.

I come from the fear of the arm of the couch, when I broken my arm.

I come from making dens in my back yard.

I come from reading my favourite books the injured fox and Disney book.

I come from sunsets and sunrise every day and night.

And Not forgetting the funny day when my mum kept falling on the ice.

Kaitlyn

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