Alessandro
Her husband had died bearing arms in a war zone
And left her to raise two boys on her own
It wouldn’t be easy with sweet Alessandro baby
Since relentlessly grueling was life in Italy
The last straw was a brutal earthquake
That left the village with naught but heartache
Mother’s tears were to know one more hardship
As Alessandro was bundled and boarded on a ship
Sent off to be raised by aunt and uncle in America
For a second chance with a new mama and papa
Of course Alessandro cried for his mother till blue
Also for the father he so barely knew
Felt callously abandoned, sadder than some melancholic dove
Would be years till he’d comprehend his mother’s act of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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