I am from a paint brush,
From Zelda and Mario,
I am from a vortex that's filled with blue codes.
I am from the forest,
That's hidden from sight.
I'm from traveling and adventurous,
From Andy and Kim,
I'm from the darkened hair and different eyes,
From "calm down" and "go outside",
I'm from the "Let the Lord be with you; and with your spirits".
I'm from Tillsonburg and British,
Tea and cake,
From the time my dad convinced me to have my first cuppa,
The time my mom looked displeased.
In my closet in a box,
I am from the tree that reaches high,
From the ancestors,
To the leaders who lead the country,
To the followers who followed to be support,
To me and my sister,
Who are the only ones,
At the bottom of the tree.