Bonds Tightly Woven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yesterday was a time of happiness and joy, being with
parents and all our relatives, sitting under the grape
arbor, grapes brought right from Sicily by Grandma.

Many hours of shade, voices speaking Italian in between
eating grapes, purple and green, tasty and sweet, even
eating the seeds themselves.

Such a close-knit family, bonds of us all so tightly
woven that no one could ever unravel them, our hearts
always with one another through years of growing up.

Strengthening our love for each other only, moments
of joy in memories, bringing back the love we used to
share together.

Now all the images that I can see come from my mind
interiorly, reality of today not touching any of them,
living only in visions and memories, all yesterdays we
spent in loving and being close.