Dreaming of pasta, steam rising high,
Licking my lips, a sparkle in my eye.
Sausage and meatballs,
Warm, crusty, Italian bread,
Peppers and onions,
A bottle of red.
I remember the family card games,
Music playing on our Sony,
Strong expresso,
If I could only.......
Watching late night TV,
We sat in our place,
Glowing embers rising,
From a warm fireplace.
These are my dreams,
That seem so...far...away,
I want to go home...
To enjoy them someday.
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