I am from mattresses
From churches to camps
I am from bunk beds
It felt like sleeping in the clouds
I am from raspberries and kumara
The taste I was so found of
I am from Mexican food and missing teeth
From Fran and rich and Barb
I am from the late ones
and the loud ones
I am from save your money for something great
And go for it
I am from churches
From crosses and pugs
I am from New Zealand
From kumara to fish and chips
I am from the legs my grandad lost
And the uncles I never met
I am from the photo albums in my
Grandmother’s house
I am from beaches and rain

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