Mary Laura Angeloni

Message

1. October 9, 2002

   A far away place...

   I believe in a far away place…
   I believe in a place
   Where she cooks pizza, pastina,
   Fried bread dough and sauce
   I believe in a place
   Where there’s a garden
   Full of zucchini and tomatoes,
   And there’s a big orange tree
   That makes the best orange juice
   I believe in a place
   Where there’s a drawer
   Full of scrap paper, pens and pencils
   So we can draw our masterpieces
   Whenever we like
   I believe in a place
   Where we sit on the front step,
   Eat watermelon
   And have spitting contests
   To see who can spit the seeds farther
   I believe in a place
   That’s on the top of a hill,
   And when we ride the big wheel
   We go 100 miles an hour
   Down to the bottom
   I believe in a place
   Were we run around in circles
   And then out the door
   To play hide and seek in the willow tree
   I believe in a place
   Where there’s always suckers and chocolates
   From the candy factory
   Where she works
   I believe in a place
   Where there’s always ice cream,
   And the cones with the names on them
   And we giggle and giggle
   When we get a funny name
   I believe in a place
   Where when we sit too close
   To the television,
   We’re told we’ll go blind
   And where the remote
   Is always hidden away
   I believe in a place
   Where she always tucks us into bed,
   Very snug and tight,
   And says, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite”
   I believe in a place
   Were we blissfully fall asleep
   With the familiar voices of family,
   Loudly playing cards
   I believe in a place
   That I can no longer see, or touch, or smell
   I believe in a place
   Full of laughter, warmth, and love
   …I believe in Grandma’s House.

   Maria Angeloni