I Remember Nonna
Mentre attraversavo il villaggio di mia nonna oggi, ho ricordato questo poema. 😢
Un’altra poema scritta in Val di Non, Italia dal mio libro Prescriptions from the Rhyme Doctor:
I Remember Nonna
© 2001 Allen E. Rizzi
I remember the face,
Old, very old;
Graced by God
In a life that was not.
I remember the voice,
Not quite sure;
Faltering
In a new country’s tongue.
I remember the church,
The center
Of all life
With cold brick and warm love.
I remember the day,
Nonna died;
The first time
I saw my father crying.
I remember nonna,
Quietly;
Completely
Through the haze of time.
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Davvero emozionante: un bel tributo alla nonna ❤
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Grazie!
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That’s so touching, Allen.
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Thank you. She had a tough life. Her husband died when he was 38 and her daughter died a few months later at 14 (both heart attacks). She then lost her sizable holdings in Austria after WW I and wound up going back to the U.S. and living penniless with my uncle. All the while, she never gave up on the church.
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I’m glad she had such strong faith in God! Her personal strength and faith in God carried her through. Her story would make a wonderful biography!
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Allen, a very moving, emotive beautiful penning.
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Thank you Lance. Like songs, poems are often better from the heart.
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A very sincere pleasure, Allen. You’re absolutely right- they are!
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