Italian Understanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Italian words filling the room, resonating into every
corner, realizing dreams of all the Italians listening.

Remembering words of long ago from Italian Grandparents,
aunts and uncles, sitting around dinner tables,
talking with their hands and expressions on their faces.

Beautiful memories brought to the foreground for a few
moments allowing love of family back then to resonate
and surround us for these precious moments of life once
upon a time - years and generations ago.

Now at God's dinner table, talking with their hands and
expressions on their faces to God, reminding us that we
never really die, just are focused onto another plain
with patient understanding, waiting for each of us
in our own times, to join them once again.