Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Migrant Widow

Her old hometownn she says she will never more see
And she'll never more see the shores of Italy
A seventy year old grandmother her hair silver gray
With her deceased husband she says she will lay.

The love of her young years when her hair was dark brown
She loved the dark haired teenager from her hometown
Together they left home for the better life
And for fifty years together as man and wife.

Her English good but her Italian accent she does retain
That part of her homeland in her does remain
Despite her age quite beautiful though single she will stay
And remain as a widow till her life's last day.

Here in this Southern Land she will remain
And she'll never more see her old hometown again
A kind and friendly person untainted by guile
With the warmth of Italy in her lovely smile.

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