Where I'm From Poem

                                                              Where I’m from

                                                By: Carlene Cassorla

          I am from magazines,

               From advertisements and receipts

            I am from the city streets,

               (Loud and busy, sounds like honking horns throughout the nights.)

            I am from the red roses, yellow daisies,

                        the natural colors of the fall time.

            I am from the big family pasta dinners and brown eyes

                   from my Mother and Father, and Nana.

            I am from the loud gatherings and football showings with a little bit of cooking

                  From where the tooth fairy is real and Santa ate all my cookies.

            I am from multi-religions,

Where one is no better than the other

            I am from Rochester, with Sicilian traditions.

                        From the boat ride in Italy when my great grandpa came to the United States

            I am from the coal mines of Pennsylvania

Where my other great grandpa made his living

 I am from many silly and serious family pictures

                        Which are around the family mantle for decoration  

            I am from a family that will always be there for each other when help is needed