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.