I'm not American.
One day
my grandmother
packed her bags
in America
gathered up her children:
got on a boat
and came to England.
There's a photo of
my grandmother
with her three children
on board the boat
that came to England.
They are standing or sitting still.
The boat is moving,
taking them from America to England.
They are standing or sitting still.
Their world is changing:
no more America
London, here they come.
My Dad is one of those three children
standing still for the photo.
He is changing.
In a few days time
he will land in England
and that's where he'll live
from then on.
I'm not American.