I Am From
I am from the sound of humming lawn mowers in the park, signaling the coming of summer. I am from the smell of dry grass, from tiles with green moss, and a garage door with safety glass.
I am from the smell of apple pies that never succeeded, and I never ate. From the green tiles in the kitchen and the alarm at the bottom of the wooden stairs, signaling dinner time.
I am from the smell of wet wood in my grandmother’s bathroom, the chimes of church bells every 15 minutes in the dark night, and sleep-overs with cousins I did not really know.
I am from cornflakes only at grandma’s house, from caring about one single cent, and wooden parquet, a piano that only she could play, and the ostrich egg on the shelf.
I am from 100 chewing gum balls for a guilder, playing in the back street where children come out of porches at night. I am from “Hello, I’m home”, and “What did you do at school today?”
I am from a best friend with a similar name, from laughing over trees planted at National Tree Planting Days and bicycling to the library in rows of two. I am from Holland
Where Are You From?