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I Am From.. a magnificent poem written by Andrea


By Andrea Cohane

I Am From the ticking of the grandfather clock,

Big apples

And music sounding out from ivory keys

Black coffee, a nervous spoon against his cup

Ringing out as

Shaking hands would admonish me… “Watch out!”

A decade late, baby sister,

I Am From forever young

From lessons learned not to listen,

Close the door, there’s no admission.

I Am From the endless schemes,

The sidewalk chalk, and constant mischief

I Am From thick yellow sunflowers bursting off canvas,

When I was but merely a seed

From Paradise Drive, though you could beg to differ

Where the red wine flowed over Pesto dinners

I Am From Vienna fingers, Roman summers and the stony brook lane

And from friendships that have lasted a lifetime

I Am From show tunes and bright disco lights

“Happy Talk,” though sometimes sad

From roller skates under warm ice cream nights

Italian immigrant pride

I Am From the chipping gray deck where we ate and we stared

Onto the Weeping Willow Tree


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