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.