Reds

Posted on December 16, 2014 by toritto

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Fine red cloth
covering an altar
in a corner of grandma’s room
away from the window

Old Italian woman
wife and mother
did you ever miss the tall windows
of Naples in high Summer?

Moonlight never shined
o’er her bed of dark pecan
through the small minded windows
of America.

Candles lit with reverence
 burning in little red jars
casting a crimson glow
before the holy icon.

`e che Nonna  di Gesu?
The little boy asked
Grandma smiled, remembering her youth
No mio nipote.  La sua Matteotti!

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Giacomo Matteotti (1885-1924)

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Reds

  1. John Thomas Dodds says:
    December 17, 2014 at 16:25

    Touches the heart! A belated thanks for your visits to my blog, I’ve been remiss in responding – in a writers retreat – now looking forward to a leisurely stroll through many of my favorite poems and pics over the holiday season. feliz navidad y feliz año nuevo

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