Yva C.
- 12th Grade
- Florida
What does America mean to you?
By Yva C.
Miami Lakes, Florida
In Cuba, where dreams were held tight,
My grandparents bravely made things right.
With courage, they made their way,
To America’s shores, where they could stay.
I wish I could truly understand,
The love they had for this great land.
For in America, they found a place,
Where dreams could run wild and race.
With gratitude, I must confess,
All they gave, makes me feel so blessed.
They left their lives behind,
And I always wonder what was going through their mind.
Though they weren’t born in the USA,
They continued to work hard everyday.
My parents learned from the best,
And have reflected nothing less.
Because of them, I’m free
To do what I want, to be me.
So here’s to my family, for taking a stand
Because now, I get to cherish this land.
I hope I never take for granted,
This beautiful gift my grandparents planted.
May I honor their sacrifice so true,
My home, the red, white, and blue.