I Come From (poem)

I come from a home
with a spaceship bed,
wires connected to a dying daddy
the smell of medicine and bleach.
A tired mum with red eyes,
my sister brushing hair and pouring cereal.
The nursery bus peeping its horn.
I come from a happy home
with brothers and sisters
tree swings over the river,
tents over the washing line,
sucking blue ice poles,
seateries on the back of bikes
mucky clothes and sticky lips
I come from best friends
and fall outs
skateboard rides and singing The Little Mermaid,
giggling sleepovers
and broken secrets
I come from a crowded red Maestro,
fish fingers and beans,
Sunday clothes and best behaviour.