this is where
it all began.
a child born 2 years into the 1960’s.
the year Golden Wonder crisps added extra flavours.
the year Marilyn Monroe was
the year I was born
with club feet
on a sofa in
our living room.
I was born fresh into a ready made family of four.
born in the suburbs, in the second experimental Garden City.
with a brother and sister, a father and a mother.
nothing to worry the neighbours about or make them lift their net curtains.
as I grew up I was told many stories about my life as a baby.
story 1: “YOU WERE SUCH A QUIET BABY.”
years of operations on my feet lay ahead. there was no point in complaining.
there was nothing I could do but endure it.
I wasn’t old enough to have choices of my own.
when it all began I was just a baby in splints.