to be humbled by the knowledge and spirit of ones ancestry...this is a privilege and gift that only 'tears' can honor.
asa

John,

I also have a poem of this same title. I too, think of my Grandparents and miss them terribly. They will always live in our hearts.

Love and blessings,
+Linda

Sounds like your heart took a trip home.

A lovely piece!

Respect and smiles,

Carol Phelan Aebby

Nothing wrong with you at all, my friend. A simple and deep, true kinship.

Because you have kinship with them and touches you.

I am Italian, too. While my background is primarily English and Germanic, since the Romans conquered both, killed all the men and impregnated all the women, I am as much Italian is anything else.

Ron

You should be extrememely gratful for your warm feelings my friend. I wish I could return to Compobasso........GOD BLESS YOU and YOURS.

Kindred sprits...they are with us, and we appreciate their wisdom and sacrifices...it is okay to reflect and cry!

I have wondered too where does the pool of sorrows come from
and why do we cry over beauty too, not just grief...
We have all these answers inside us, hidden but still there
we are jewels of discovery John

Love & Beautiful Blessings
Vickie xx

Sure sounds like their spirits are connected to yours, John...heartwarming write!

Anna

We should all be honoring our ancestry.

being in touch with where we came from
budd

John,
I take pride in the fact that I have read this profound write of yours....thank you....cheers!

I feel very connected to this poem. My family is from the same city so I go to the cemetery and see my father, my aunts, my grandparents, great-aunts, uncle and aunt I never knew, cousins, my families history on my dad's side is all in that old, cemetery. Maybe that is why I find peace in a cemetery. The only saying is true, the dead don't scare me, it's the living, but that's for another time. At home I have things that remind me of going to my grandparents, of my great-grandmother, small things, a canister where the playing cards were held, costume jewelry, old city plans that my grandfather helped build. You remind me that my family history is around me always.

One cannot separate oneself from those we know and love or from the country that was once our home. It can be an emotional experience.