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I Am From

I'm pretty sure everyone has written one before...so this is mine from 5th grade :P


I am from dishes
from fresh milk and bristling brooms.
I am from the gray house tucked behind the school
so sweet and safe.
I am from the fluffy golden dandelions
the pear tree
whose sweetness
stays in my heart.

I'm from happy Chinese New Year and hugs at night ,
from my loving parents and my sweet sisters.
I'm from walks and cleaning the house on Saturday
and from helping each other with hard housework.

I'm from no hitting and eat your vegetables
and Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star.
I'm from Christmas and neatly wrapped presents.
I'm from pretty Wisconsin and amazing China,
Sweet moon cakes and delicious dumplings.
From my silly sister falling off the bed
her two feet up in the air.
Sugary memories of family times
in my heart
tucked in sweetness
but never forgotten.

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