You gave me so much my Dear Nonna, a Faith through the hard times “Dio Videh Eh Provideh”. “God sees and pride you would say as you wrote at a check for the cost of college text books without a bat of the eye.” “I’ll pay you back.” I said, but she shook her head. “You will pay me back by doing your best and living your dreams.” You said with a gentle smile.
You the Nonna that taught me to read when I was three. An amazing feat really because by the time I was six they said I was Dyselxic, but you refused to believe in labels. “You may have Dyslexia but it does not have you.”
By the time I was in third grade I read at a tenth grade level, Nonna’s word games and books got me there. I remember the Pinballs, Little Women, Mark Twain and Tennyson, you used to buy me bags of books.
When I was nineteen you gave me photos we put a scrapbook together a special gift, I still cherish to this day. Your gone now but I feel you, I hear you.
Italian quizzes and childhood stories I sat captivated, listening as you spoke.
As I grew older you pulled out an old manual underworld typewriter allowing me to badly type my stories, until I got my first laptop computer in 95 or 96 a gift from a family friend, he and his son were later murdered.
You were the one who danced around the living room with me as I got an acceptance letter they were publishing my first collection of poetry Reflections on Life.
You are gone in body, but not in Spirit and if I listen closely enough I can hear you whisper “Dio Videh Eh Provideh.”
(C) Michelle R Kidwell