Liza's Genealogy Poems
Poems help me discover the unknown of times long ago. I start to write a poem and it develops into a great writing for me, a great accomplishment.
This poem I wrote for my cousins in Abruzzo, Italy. After I met them in
1997 for the first time after my grandfather immigrated 85 years ago, I
write this for them.
Your in my thoughts each day (written by Liza DeCredico)
It all started with a photograph,
That was in a suitcase given to me.
I opened it, one day, with curiousity's,
Amazed at what I would see.
My Grand Father Ciriaco standing with another man,
The similarities were so easy to see.
The eyes, the nose, the same build,
This man had to be family.
I picked up the phone, to call one day,
My Uncle Lou who lives so very far away.
Asking many questions of our family history,
What little he knew was shared with me.
A few days later in checking the mail,
Ciriaco's birth certificate had much to tell.
The city, the place, the Great Grand Parents names,
With hundreds of letters I WOULD find this place.
Writing to Italy for my Family Certificates,
6 months later, what a surprise, it was so terrific.
The siblings names, birthdates and married surnames,
I typed one complete letter, contained all my claims.
Names of DiCredico, Pietrocola, Petrongolo and more,
I sent off hundreds of letters, not known what was in store.
In October of 1996, I started receiving at my home,
Letters of responses, I was no longer alone.
The happiness, the joy, the love that I felt,
For all the excitement, I was very overwhelmed.
Each cousin shared photo's,information and genealogy,
The tears of kindness and Thanking me was expressed to me.
No family member had cared before myself,
Which made our bonds grow stronger with every photo on my
shelf.
After learning enough Italian words to get by,
Almost a century had passed and I had to find out WHY?
Purchasing a ticket for myself and my brother,
The memories of Italy, we shared, are like no other.
When we stepped foot where Ciriaco was born,
It was so beautiful, I felt very torn.
The buildings, the houses, the country sides,
Everything was so beautiful during our car rides.
The tears flowed with every hug we received,
With so many cousins I was so very pleased.
Snapping photos,taking movies, exploring the towns,
For only 1 week vacation we sure got around.
The food, the wine, the warmth at each house,
The comfort we felt was so wonderful.
At each home there was a warm place,
Where I always seen a frame with my own face.
Wow! What a surprise,
Other couisins with my own eyes!
Now it's time for gathering to say our good-byes,
All the presents were such a nice surprise.
I felt I belonged in Italy,
But I sure missed my Family.
I felt sadness leaving Maria and Tommaso,
But, we had people waiting so we must go.
The airplane ride wasn't so bad after all,
But being on the ground was best of all.
Upon returning home I was really glad,
The thought of being away from my family was very sad.
The time change between the two countries,
Was really hard on me.
But, I survived and I'm Proud to say,
I think about my trip so many times each day!
Written by Liza DeCredico Copyrighted by Liza DeCredico
Christmas 1998
Your in my thoughts each day (written by Liza DeCredico)
It all started with a photograph,
That was in a suitcase given to me.
I opened it, one day, with curiousity's,
Amazed at what I would see.
My Grand Father Ciriaco standing with another man,
The similarities were so easy to see.
The eyes, the nose, the same build,
This man had to be family.
I picked up the phone, to call one day,
My Uncle Lou who lives so very far away.
Asking many questions of our family history,
What little he knew was shared with me.
A few days later in checking the mail,
Ciriaco's birth certificate had much to tell.
The city, the place, the Great Grand Parents names,
With hundreds of letters I WOULD find this place.
Writing to Italy for my Family Certificates,
6 months later, what a surprise, it was so terrific.
The siblings names, birthdates and married surnames,
I typed one complete letter, contained all my claims.
Names of DiCredico, Pietrocola, Petrongolo and more,
I sent off hundreds of letters, not known what was in store.
In October of 1996, I started receiving at my home,
Letters of responses, I was no longer alone.
The happiness, the joy, the love that I felt,
For all the excitement, I was very overwhelmed.
Each cousin shared photo's,information and genealogy,
The tears of kindness and Thanking me was expressed to me.
No family member had cared before myself,
Which made our bonds grow stronger with every photo on my
shelf.
After learning enough Italian words to get by,
Almost a century had passed and I had to find out WHY?
Purchasing a ticket for myself and my brother,
The memories of Italy, we shared, are like no other.
When we stepped foot where Ciriaco was born,
It was so beautiful, I felt very torn.
The buildings, the houses, the country sides,
Everything was so beautiful during our car rides.
The tears flowed with every hug we received,
With so many cousins I was so very pleased.
Snapping photos,taking movies, exploring the towns,
For only 1 week vacation we sure got around.
The food, the wine, the warmth at each house,
The comfort we felt was so wonderful.
At each home there was a warm place,
Where I always seen a frame with my own face.
Wow! What a surprise,
Other couisins with my own eyes!
Now it's time for gathering to say our good-byes,
All the presents were such a nice surprise.
I felt I belonged in Italy,
But I sure missed my Family.
I felt sadness leaving Maria and Tommaso,
But, we had people waiting so we must go.
The airplane ride wasn't so bad after all,
But being on the ground was best of all.
Upon returning home I was really glad,
The thought of being away from my family was very sad.
The time change between the two countries,
Was really hard on me.
But, I survived and I'm Proud to say,
I think about my trip so many times each day!
Written by Liza DeCredico Copyrighted by Liza DeCredico
Christmas 1998
Questo poema che ho scritto per i miei cugini in Abruzzo, Italia. Dopo che ho incontrato loro in 1997 per il primo tempo dopo mio nonno è immigrato 85 anni fa, io scriva questo per loro.
Suo Nei miei pensieri ogni giorno
Tutto cominciò con una fotografia,
Quell'era in una valigia data a me.
Io l'aprii un giorno, con curiousity stupito a quello che vedrei io.
Il mio grande ciriaco del padre che sta in piedi con un altro uomo,
Le somiglianze erano facili vedere.
Gli occhi, il naso, la stessa forma,
Questi uomini dovevano essere famiglia.
Io raccolsi il telefono, chiamare un giorno
Il mio lou di Zio che vive, così molto lontano via.
Facendo molte domande della nostra storia della famiglia,
Quello che piccolo lui seppe fu condiviso con me.
Alcuni giorni più tardi nel controllare la posta,
Il certificato di nascita di Ciriaco aveva molto per dire.
La città, il luogo, i grandi grandi nomi dei genitori
Con centinaio di lettere io troverei questo luogo.
Scrivendo ad Italia per i miei certificati della famiglia,
6 mesi più tardi, quello che un surprise,it era terrificante.
I nomi dei fratelli, compleano e cognomi sposato,
Io battei a macchina una lettera completa,contenne tutte le mie richieste,
Nomi di DiCredico, Pietrocola Petrongolo e più,
Io spedii via centinaio di lettere, non intelligente quello che era in negozio.
Io ottobre 1996, io cominciai a ricevere alla mia casa,
Lettere di risposte, io ero più da solo,
La felicità, la gioia, l'amore che io ho sentito,
Per tutto l'eccitamento, io ero molto finito-whelmed.
Ogni cugino condivise fotografia, informazioni e la genealogia,
Le ferite lacere della gentilezza e ringraziandomi fu espresso a me.
Niente membro della famiglia si era curato prima,
Quale fece le nostre obbligazioni crescere più forte con ogni fotografia sulla mia mensola.
Dopo avere imparato abbastanza parole italiane ad ottenere da,
Pressocché un secolo era passato ed io dovei scoprire perché.
Acquistando un biglietto per io e mio fratello,
Le ricordi dell'Italia, noi condividiamo, è come nessuno altro.
Quando noi avanzammo piede dove Ciriaco nacque,
Era così bello, io mi sentii molto lacerato.
Gli edifici, le case che il paese parteggia,
Tutto era così bello durante le nostre cavalcate della macchina.
Le ferite lacere fluirono con ogni abbracci noi ricevemmo,
Con così molti cugini io ero così molto lieto.
Film del photo's,taking che addenta, esplorando le città,
per solamente 1 vacanza della settimana noi sicuro ottenne circa.
Il cibo, il vino, il calore ad ogni casa,
il conforto che noi abbiamo sentito era così meraviglioso.
Ad ogni casa era un caldo luogo,
Dove io visto una cornice con la mia propria faccia sempre.
Wow! Quello che una sorpresa,
Altri cugini coi miei propri occhi!
Ora è ora per raggruppare dire i nostri buoni concorrenti favoriti dallo spareggio,
Tutti i presenti erano tale bella sorpresa.
Io sentii io feci parte di Italia,
Ma io sicuro fallì la mia famiglia.
Io sentii tristezza che lascia Pasquale, Maria e Tommaso,
Ma noi avevamo persone che aspettano così noi dobbiamo andare.
La cavalcata dell'aeroplano non era così cattiva dopo tutti,
Ma essere sul terreno era migliore di tutti.
Io ero al ritorno a casa veramente il gladiolo,
Il pensiero di andare via dalla mia famiglia era molto triste.
Lo spiccioli del tempo tra i due paesi,
Era veramente duro su me.
Ma io sopravvissi ed io sono orgoglioso per dire,
Io penso al mio viaggio così molte volte ogni giorno!
Scritto da Liza DeCredico e Tutelato in base ai diritti d'autore da Liza
DeCredico 1999
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I got my immigration graphic from here
