Caravans

I come from caravans,
lots of caravans,
a big field,
nothing from far distance.

I come from a small bed,
warm in the caravan
a clean home with bed, kitchen,
and my favourite cooker.

I come from an old lady sitting,
on the 7 annoying siblings.

I come from learning to clean, and cook,
I come from scolding, hidings and silence.
I come from happiness and sibling rivalry.

Irene Drummond