Tradition Of Family Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Memories of sitting together under the grape vines
with relatives - all of Italian descent.
Beauty unsurpassed in splendid Italian accents,
talking with one another and to us.
Being raised in such a wonderful atmosphere,
learning what respect and dignity were from the
close-knit circle of family.
Obedient to a fault, because that's what was
expected - although never hindered in a quest for
learning and knowledge.
Listening with wonder and curiosity to Grandma as
she showered us with love in her beautiful Sicilian
dialect.
Always ready to lend an ear or talk - Grandma and
Mom gave us a step up whenever we were with them.
Eternal serenity fills our hearts as we reminisce
and miss our youthful days with family and tradition.