My Life as a TCK

I ride my bike as fast as I can

Beside rice paddies full of green,

And feel the wind blow through my hair

And smile and sing.

I hide my treasures ‘hind the box

In the garage and there I write

Secrets on the cardboard walls

Out of sight.

I swing about on bamboo poles,

Constructed into jungle gym.

Pretending I’m a gymnast star

And that I win!

I eat delicious delicacies

Of rice and fruits; spicy and sweet.

And never have I since had food

So good to eat!

I swim in tropical waters blue,

Among sand dollars and jelly fish.

I am a mermaid, I am a pirate

Anything I wish!

At night I watch the lava red

Trickle down the sides of the volcano.

The only sound is its rumbling

The stars above glow.

Then for a visit we travel

To the land of my family, far away.

And life there seems, well, not so deep.

I’m glad we will not stay.

Others shake their heads and tisk,

“To live where you do must be burdensome!”

But I shake my head and inside I ask,

“When can I go home?”