Home

I am from my HOME. I am from bored games From Uno and Monopoly I am from the big house at the end of the cul de sac Sporty , freshly baked cookies, the loud laughs I am from blooming flowers colourful and bright I'm from hockey and bright eyes From my Dad and my Mom I'm from golf and Yahtzee I’m from Edmonton and Ukraine From the eye my uncle lost from running with a stick and the constant voice of my Brother Perigores and cookies From the front hall with all our memories The ring my Dad never took off The place where I feel like home I am from my HOME.