Thursday, May 2, 2019



The village is old, similar to the birthplace of my ancestors, one like many others that form my ethnic and cultural past.

rugged hills
shadow the stone houses—
tripping on cobbles

The family name is not here in this village, but that is not important.  The faces are the same.  My father's mother, frail, dressed in black, with white hair pulled tightly into a bun, is here.

searching for family—
the stooped old woman
with a distant smile

My mother's father, sturdy, full-chested, with a bushy mustache and sunburned skin on his bald head is here.  I see him again as a young man with curly black hair and strong muscles unloading barrels from a truck.  Other young men with their laughing mouths and casual swagger 
standing on the corners and in the coffee bars are my uncles and cousins.  The black-eyed women pushing fat olive skinned babies, the small boys in their short pants and dirty faces, the skinny girls with their faded dresses. All are my mothers and fathers, now young again.
                                                        a boy with big ears
skidding around a corner
a vespa spews fumes      

The images raise a few hackles on the back of my neck.  It is as if I have come home.

Stylus Poetry Journal


Sandy said...

OMG, these tells a story! What poetic roots you have!

pdfrench said...

I really enjoyed this piece a lot, great visionary work, thank you for sharing it.

Magyar said...

All, so well seen:
__ Dirty faces, casual swagger, faded dresses, olive skinned babies... all, are the start of >our< lives.
__ Nifty, Adelaide. _m

Adelaide said...

Thank you Sandy, pdfrench and Magyar. I am always aware of my roots, Mother from Sicily, Father from Naples. They met in America, but I know I have their native land in my blood.

Thankyou for your appreciation.


littlemancat said...

Dear Adelaide - how wonderful a sense of place and people. I feel your deep connection to the heart of your ancestors which moves me deeply.

Mary Ahearn

Adelaide said...

Dear Mary,

So happy to read your comment. Thank you.