Italian grandfather

By Every Family's Got One Guest Poet -- Marie A. Mennuto-Rovello The oak rocker swayed to a slow, but steady rhythm controlled by my grandfather's feet. It creaked over the gaudy, green linoleum floor. I was young, maybe five, sitting on his knee as he patiently taught me how to count in Italian. Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque and Grandma waiting to fill my belly with apricot nectar and chocolate wafers. Marie's poem LOVED IN THE TRANSLATION was previously published on PoetsOnline.org. Marie A. Mennuto-Rovello works full time at staying alive and keeping in touch. Her poetry is often a [...]