Remembering Grandma Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Frolicking and having fun down memory lane while listening
to an accordion player bring the past into our present here
at the center.

Oh Solo Mia being played now, remembering my Sicilian Grand-
mother would sing it with her broken English, loving the
attention she centered on me while singing it.

A wonderful memory that brings a tear of joyful sadness to
my mind, because she is no longer with me on earth.