Grandads red cabbage

I come from a sick kid’s hospital the doctors hoping I would live.

I come from papa’s lucky handkerchief and the soup he made for dinner.

I come from riding the cheeky Shetland who bolted across the fields.

I come from a milk moustache at nightime.

I come from the confidence of going into the show ring on that cheeky Shetland.

I come from leaving my mum at the first day of nursery not even saying goodbye.

I come from Lady Gaga’s monster ball singing to all the songs of by heart.

I come from watching top gun with grandad.

I come from Grease, Carousel, the Wizard of Oz and Glee.

I come from Rachel, Monica and Phoebe.

I come from grandma giving me Canadian sweets and hot chocolate.

I come from catching the salmon grandads’ friends always talk to me about.

I come from grandads red cabbage the secret ingredient cranberries.

By Phoebe