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Friday, May 15, 2009

I Am by Joanne

I Am

 
I am the granddaughter of Italian immigrants.
They came from across the great sea
Braving trials so difficult and imminent
So that their children could be born free.


I Am


The daughter of my parents, oldest of four
In the shadow of the elders I was born and bred.
As I grew up in two cultures I secretly deplored
How youth preferred temporal frivolities instead. 


I Am


Now living in the Old World that my elders left behind;
With my family I am here to stay and live my life.
It’s back to the beginnings, back to the basics unrefined,
Intertwining cultures I am blending as mother and wife.
 

I Am

 
At the autumn of my years I suddenly realize that time
Speeding quickly by is nothing compared to the pure love
That blossomed all these years for all those I call mine.
Eternal and free, come fly away with me, like a pure white dove. 

© Joanne Pons
14 May 2009

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