My camp
I always knew it was
Time for camp because my
Mummy would take me
To buy new socks and
Shorts
She would say, as we
Traipsed around our local
Shopping centre, remember to write,
Make sure you sleep enough and
Try and eat some fruit… you need
Your vitamins.
She would pack me
Off with stamped and addressed
Envelopes that would
Get lost under my bed
And disintegrate as
Camp wore on.
Camp was a safe haven
A relief from the general
Tone of the year and a
Place where I could truly
Be myself. I learned friendship, happiness and
Pride in my Judaism that sustained
Me until it was time to go back
It was those years
Before I went out to buy
My own socks, addressed my
Own envelopes and made that safe haven
For the younger versions of me, that
Showed me it was the greatest happiness
And a new section of my life
Where I could empower others
To grow as I had.
I always knew it was
Time for camp because my
Mummy would take me
To buy new socks and
Shorts
She would say, as we
Traipsed around our local
Shopping centre, remember to write,
Make sure you sleep enough and
Try and eat some fruit… you need
Your vitamins.
She would pack me
Off with stamped and addressed
Envelopes that would
Get lost under my bed
And disintegrate as
Camp wore on.
Camp was a safe haven
A relief from the general
Tone of the year and a
Place where I could truly
Be myself. I learned friendship, happiness and
Pride in my Judaism that sustained
Me until it was time to go back
It was those years
Before I went out to buy
My own socks, addressed my
Own envelopes and made that safe haven
For the younger versions of me, that
Showed me it was the greatest happiness
And a new section of my life
Where I could empower others
To grow as I had.
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