I am from the growth chart
From big box tvs and the sunflower picture in my kitchen
I am from the tan house with an obnoxiously loud mail box
With the smell of pumpkin in the fall
I am from the roses
The fig tree and the pear tree
Whose long gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.
I'm from Sunday dinners and craziness
From my aunts, uncles and cousins
I'm from loud talking and non-stop hand moving
And from the wooden spoon.
I'm from cut it out and stop crying
And That's Amore
I'm from Christmas Eve
I'm from New York and Italy
Baked ziti and eggplant lasagna
From when my first cousin got engaged
On her birthday and the entire family was ecstatic
Rosary from my grandparents
On a childhood picture of mine
Which came from Italy
By Isabella Mineo
October 16, 2018