A Poem About Cleveland
By: Jala Everett
I ask myself everyday
“Why is cleveland so dear to my heart?“
A city where seasons last from 2 weeks to 5 months
A city not as big as New York, but not as small as Tulsa
I think to myself, “it’s so inbetween”…. it’s not amazing, but its not bad. It’s just….. Cleveland
It’s a bowl of spaghetti…it’s not a gourmet meal, but it isn’t chopped liver, it’s just… inbetween
Even with its mediocrity, Cleveland seems to be so much more than that to me
A treasure chest that holds so many jewels within it
Though not as beautiful as Hawaii, it still possess many attractions
Unlike volcanoes and islands
Beautiful in a different way
Holding all my most cherished memories
Starting at Harleston Drive and Monticello Blvd, the names of streets I grew up on.
Home because they are safe and full of love
Filled with people who I love unconditionally, shaping who I am
On Mayfield road lies, East Coast Custard
An ice cream shop housing the “right afters” of many important occasions
Milestones….. birthdays, graduations, good night’s
On Euclid Avenue lies Lakeview cemetery
Where my two grandparents lie in the ground
Looking out upon a pond just as beautiful as they were to the world
A pond with the greenest of grass around its perimeter
These are symbols of who I am
They are the places that have shaped me
Giving me what feelings of comfort and love are
So as I ask myself again “Why is Cleveland so dear to my heart?”
The answer is clear.
It’s a place the outside looks anything but glamorous
But within is so beautiful
It’s where my sister and I were raised.
It’s where my grandmother was buried.
It’s where my family lives.
It’s where my friends are.
It’s my home.
And home is where my heart will always be.