Gypsy Child

You came to this country

From a foreign land.

The age of thirteen

Never to see your parents again.

A trunk full of possessions

You had a vision a plan.

Just a gypsy child

A grown woman so wild.

A strong mind of determination.

And, a heart full of gold

You raised a family

Until the day you grew old.

I travelled across the miles

Determined to reach your side.

I’ll never forget that day

Walking in, and you smiled.

Holding your trembling hand

Together we prayed.

I was only twenty five

When you closed your eyes.

You’ve passed on your strength

And, the wild gypsy child.

You’ve passed on your love, and

Your faith in the heavens above.

I’m your gypsy grandchild, and

I’m looking forward to the view.

I’m your gypsy grandchild

Still filling your shoes.

Deborah Ann Tornillo

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