Where I am From

I am from Yaakov and Yael,

from toothpicks and falafel.

I am from, “No choosing!”

and “Go put your pajama!”

I am from

Sabbath candles, and

the waft of home-made challah bread.

I am from skeletons and instruments,

from coffee makers and movies.

I am from kitty cats, Family Portraits,

and fragrant herbs winding up the porch.

I am from Oak Street,

and Canada,

whose vibrant images flash

in my photo album.

I’m from SFU, theatre school

and rolling around on

Swedish hardwood floors.

I am from “Waiting for Godot”,

a hairy leg metamorphosis  for “The Lover”,

and Christos receiving my

“Loud and resounding voices.”

I am made up of Desmond, Aeden and Liam,

and the infamous Mommy Brigade…

I reek of Harry Potter audio books and

hot chocolate at midnight.

I am from cuddles by the fire,

Thanksgiving, and

Family Game Night.

I am the evolution of a nation

and the mixed up

puzzle pieces of a

Broadway musical.

I am where I am from,

and where I am from

consumes me.

Sally