What I'm Made Of
Chunks of naughty,
flakes of sweet,
swinging on
my classroom seat,
dressing up
and trick-or-treat –
that’s what I am made of.
Kicking footballs
in the rain,
coming back
with muddy stains,
giggling as
my mum complains –
that’s what I am made of.
Jealousy when
I don’t win,
picking scabs
off mottled skin,
throwing homework
in the bin –
that’s what I am made of.
A hint of a smirk,
a glint in the eye,
an inch of hard work
a pinch of a cry,
a crash of hello
a splash of goodbye –
that’s what I am made of.