Sofia Bartolini

Io Vengo Da

About the Poem

Age: 8
2A Scuola Primaria Marco Polo—S. Angelo a Lecore

I come from a place where the springtime
daisies are a carpet
And in summer I can smell the jasmine.

I come from my house,
Where I love to play with my friends.
I can recognize my mother’s footsteps
from the sound of her heels
And in the evening, when I hear the squeaking
of the gate, I know that my father
has come home for supper.

I come from my room where I can hear
my parents talking in the kitchen.
There are fluffy pillows
and my favorite stuffed animals
That remind me of when I was little.

I come from my parents, who taught me the rules.
My mother gives me lots of cuddles,
my father gives me security.
I come from the picture of my grandmother
who isn’t here any more.

I come from a place where the springtime
daisies are a carpet
And in summer I can smell the jasmine.

I come from my house,
Where I love to play with my friends.
I can recognize my mother’s footsteps
from the sound of her heels
And in the evening, when I hear the squeaking
of the gate, I know that my father
has come home for supper.

I come from my room where I can hear
my parents talking in the kitchen.
There are fluffy pillows
and my favorite stuffed animals
That remind me of when I was little.

I come from my parents, who taught me the rules.
My mother gives me lots of cuddles,
my father gives me security.
I come from the picture of my grandmother
who isn’t here any more.

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