Where Im From

By: Ceiba Dick-Read

Im from my art, From my creative heart. Im from my love for motion, From things that move by themselves. I'm from a game of football , from the Italian football team and Cedars. Im from my bike I ride every day in Italy, From everything I make. Im from my love for animals , From the every cat that lives with me. Im from the models I make, from the clay I love to mold. Im from my big brother who loves me but can bug me. Im from my mother who is Italian and loves me all too much

From my father who gives us work in the garden but in return he gives us love. Im from the art that runs in blood. Im from my English uncle, Woo who cleared me the path to the surf From my English aunt the mobile hairdresser. Im from my cousins in England ,Italy and a walk way. Im from my English grandfather who gave me the heart of african adventure, from my English grandmother who lost her memories to Alsheimers. Im from my Italian grandfather who spoils me like a fruit but loves me through the bottom of his heart, From my Italian grandmother who passed away. Im from the weird funny house with the orange dome,

from where chickens get fed but never lay eggs. Im from where mangos come like rain, from the 8 cats that run it from top to bottom. Im from where food falls from trees and grows from the ground. Im from Italian night out, from friends to have fun with. Im from slovenia fly fishing in ice cold mountain water Im from England the boys across the street, the bookstore on cannon street and seeing second cousins. Im from traveling Europe. In my room there is a bookshelf . It overflows with books and records of my loving memories to enchant my dreams.