For my great grandmother & namesake.
Jenny's Brooklyn
Oh Jenny
What was this journey
For you many moons ago
Before I was born
When you left your
Island paradise of
Shaded lemon trees
And olive groves
When you crossed the ocean
To this teeming, cold city
To this little town called Brooklyn
On 65th Street around
The corner from Regina Pacis
We didn't speak the
Same tongue
Instead you made us
Homemade pasta
Kneaded with your hands
In the morning dawn
A love letter to your family
And beautiful Sicilian
Countryside you never saw
Again.
Jennifer Reres.
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| My great grandmother Jenny when she was young in Sicily |
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| My great grandparents who lived in Brooklyn most of their lives. |
