How fondly I remember my beautiful Italian Grandmother!
She had love and admiration for me like no other!
She put me up on such a pedestal.
She was indeed my guardian angel.
If I only could have seen myself the way she saw me,
I would have done so much more to fulfill my destiny.
How proud I felt walking with her in her garden.
To me it was her little Italian Garden of Eden!
Whenever we visited she always had endless hugs and kisses for me,
and, taught me the secret of making Old Fashioned sauce for spaghetti.
She grew garlic in her garden and basil in her kitchen window
which made her Italian spaghetti sauce so uniquely delectable.
She loved to dance, socialize, make merriment and fun!
She was always the bell of the ball and to me number one!
Her authentic Italian accent was a true treasure to me!
Her adorable antidotes became part of my vocabulary!
Our family has carried on with her tradition of fun, love and affection.
Her prayers have kept us together and guided us towards our Godly direction.