Bella by Maria MassarellaTreasured precious in his wallet
torn and time consumed the only
existing photograph of then
in black and white
La posso vedere ... Giovanni? Lo
sò che la tieni ancora lì ...
Everlight a-brightens deep brown
eyes before his silent lips break
into an acquiescent smile -
the mask of diffidence softens
hands untremble the voice
unquivers and one breathes the
melody when gently Giovanni draws
the photograph from its habitat
sharing loveness his soul naked
glows while my hands hold and eyes
in adoration drink in your beauty
Sei bella. Ora come allora. Tu
Mamma ... La più bella poesia ...
tua, maria
05/12/2008 Author's Note:
"La posso vedere, Giovanni? Lo
sò che la tieni ancora là ..."
May I see her, Giovanni? I
know you still keep it there...
Sei bella. Ora come allora. Tu
Mamma ... La più bella poesia.
You are beautiful. Now as then. You
Mother ... The most beautiful poem/poetry
Giovanni, my Father ...
Posted on 05/12/2008 Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
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