Back To Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mysterious and intriguing music from the Godfather
taking me back to childhood, living with my mafia
family.

Grandmother having been a Corleone from Mierto, Sicily
Uncles, Grandfather, the Black Hand, a beautiful and
close family.

Silence being the code practiced religiously by all,
Grandparents house connected by an underground tunnel
to the house upon the hill across the street.

Smuggling going on through the tunnel, numbers being
run by my mother when a teenager for the Italian
underground lottery, A wonderful legacy, surrounded
by powerful people,

Then we moved to Arizona away from it all, still I
have the memories stored on photographic screens with
in.

Just a few years ago the town I lived in was tearing
up the road and there was the tunnel still perfectly
intact and well-preserved.

They just covered it back up without damaging it and
fixed the road above it, after all it's a part of the
history of Bound Brook, New Jersey where I lived after
being born.