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ROSA ROSARIA

ROSA ROSARIA 
And she said:

What was I to do
Where was I to go
Back to * La Sila
To poverty
I could barely read or writ
No!I had two children to raise
I left my  family behind
Stranger in this strange place
No one else to cling to
 I let him do what he wanted to do
Go his way
He made my life a misery
But
Brought in the money
And
In the end
I could see
My brothers and sisters
Again
Here with me.

It is all behind me now
I was the first to die
To sleep alone  peacefully
Now and forever
Così sia *La Sila = The name of a mountain range in Calabria, Italy
Così sia = so be it
  
— Geremia, Apr 26, 2010

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Geremia

Geremia

16 years 1 month ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, my friend. This was my paternal grandmother. She told me this when I was much younger. Said it as simply as I have but in her own uncomplicated way and in her simple native tongue. Joe
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

What a beautifully sad little story Longobardolino.

Ann of Norway The fate of many in the past where poverty was rife in our comfortable circles, there are still those forced to do the same thing I imagine, so sad, so hard a decision to make, a sacrifice for others sake, when life is so short, we honour them by remembering them with such love as you do here. How lovely it would be to hear it in Calabrian dialect, we shall have to imagine that in our minds. Annuccia