RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Italian Heritage - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Grapes hanging from vines of my mind, reminding me of
younger days filled with family and love.
Playing with cousins, being watched by Grandparents,
Uncles, Aunts, parents, basking in the peace of family,
knowing I belonged and had roots forever.
Proud of my Italian heritage throughout life, always
feeling the closeness of relatives, even those who're
Family never goes away, even death cannot make it
disappear from our lives, because we hold everyone in
our memorable hearts and minds.
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