I Can Still Hear Her Song

Eighteen years

And I can

Still hear

Her song

That gentle melody

That held

A family

Together

Quite literally.

She was the

Shoulder to cry

On

The gentle hand

The firm belief

Our Italian Nonna

The heart of

A family.

I close my eyes

I can still

Smell Rose

Water

And Pasta sauce

Simmering

A warm bowl

Of Pasta Fagioli

On a rainy day,

Perfection if

You ask me.

After she was

Gone fading

Gentle into

That goodnight

It seemed our

Family moved

In a thousand

Different directions

Trying to build

Life,

But time has

Brought us back

Together

As we remember

The sound of

Her beautiful

Melody.

A song of

Faith

And family.

(C) Michelle R Kidwell

A.V August.29.1914- November.07 2003