Child of Americas

I am a child of the Americas,

A fusion of the rich culture of Italy

Defining me only begins with my heritage

 

I live and breathe the "City by the Bay"

The only city I have ever known

But my roots are enriched from the River Serchio

Running through the fertile plains of Tuscany

 

New generataions, new country

One family still gathered

 

I am reminded of my blood

Each time I hear my name

In the mirror, 

I see the face of my great grandmother

For this isin my trunk in which I have stemmed from

Our tree as bountiful as the fruit in which my great grandfather grew

 

Year after year

Our branches spread farther apart

But our roots

Unite as one.

 

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