I COME FROM

I come from

A grandpa's canvas

Still wet with the red of love

And the orange of encouraging lessons.

I come from

A granny's busy fingers,

That knit her granddaughter’s dreams with yarn of faith.

I come from

A father's prompt analysis of his child's afflictions

His diagnostic '-scopes' that can see through one's mind

His sagacious advice.

I come from

A mother's cooking pan

In which she mixes tender kisses with playful teases

And sprinkles some admonishments on top.

I come from

A sister's liberal views

Her gadgetry of love and amusement

Her guitar plays razz and mystique alike.

I come from

A juvenile's fretful whimper

A child's fantastical tales of valour and victory

A teenager's optimism and untiring effort.