Grapes hanging from vines of my mind, reminding me of <br />younger days filled with family and love. <br />Playing with cousins, being watched by Grandparents, <br />Uncles, Aunts, parents, basking in the peace of family, <br />knowing I belonged and had roots forever. <br />Proud of my Italian heritage throughout life, always <br />feeling the closeness of relatives, even those who're <br />in heaven. <br />Family never goes away, even death cannot make it <br />disappear from our lives, because we hold everyone in <br />our memorable hearts and minds.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/italian-heritage/
