Dreaming Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dreaming of lifetimes spent on yesterday's shores, triggering moments of intense tradition on carefree afternoons under grape arbors, eating, talking, loving one another.
Italian respect in the foreground, even for the youngest of us, as we grew closer with every moment spent together.
Evenings under the stars, sitting in rocking chairs, eating pistachios on back and side porches.
Listening to echoes of Italian accents calling children to come in as darkness fell upon us.
Reverberations of Italian voices still are heard within my mind, creating past moments of joy even now.