Mary Laura Angeloni

1913 - 2002

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  1. 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

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