Treasure Island

Trevor Toews

(02/16/82 / Neilburg, SK Canada)

Ciao Bella


Ciao Bella!
They said to my little girl
And I knew beauty looks the same
All around the world.

Ciao Bella!
But she didn't understand
All she knew was the smiling face
And the friendly hand.

Some things are a little foreign
Like crepes with fresh nutella
But friendliness is just like home
Ciao Bella!

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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You can't go to Italy with a cute little three year old, and not hear this greeting.

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  • Berniece Penner (9/6/2013 3:46:00 PM)

    Or NYC. I remember your wife telling your daughter after just such a compliment, You know that it's a smile that makes you beautiful. I love this poem. (Report) Reply

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