Chef Bruno Serato & Caterina’s Club Poem by Luke Easter

Anaheim California, the west coast city to a Star,
Is not that singular to LA, which is not very far?
Like Kobe, Chris, Blake, Magic, aka, Showtime,
Charlie Chaplin, where movies use to be a dime.

However, a dime no longer buys a stick of gum,
Yet even if you had it, food it will get you none,
A star studded city that will pack Rodeo Drive,
Also home to skid row with many barely alive.

Those sports figures, these movie and TV elite,
No problem dinning the most expensive to eat,
As they’ve earned the bucks to pay the receipt,
It also gives them opportunity to easily repeat.

The Boys and Girls Club, it has been ten years,
Bruno and mom Caterina were brought to tears,
A boy eating potato chips couldn’t afford a meal,
White House Restaurant Owner, is this for real?

Feeding nearly 1,200 children,5 nights a week,
“Caterina’s Club” things no longer look bleak,
Founding, “Welcome Home” for those in need,
Amidst the daily, worldly, gluttony and greed.

Act of kindness some will say is so rarely seen,
As many spare no one for control of $$$ green,
Truly earning the Honor as a real, “CNN Hero, ”
Add the cost to those he helps they will pay Zero.

And no matter how many times this story is told,
From thousands of smiley faces it never gets old,
“Feeding The Kids In America” quality goes in,
Because home is the place where charity begins.

What Bruno did for one he does for many lives,
The Book of Matthew read verses 34 through 45,
Quote, “The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, ”
The loving kindness of his late mother, so is he.