Italian Birthday Poem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lovely days of winter, striking chords, rhythmically, in
tune with a birthday song, sung just for an Italian gentle-
man.

Fun, laughter and joy exuding from his interior spirit,
enlivening every gathering and dance he attends.

A lovely, personable being, attuned with life, good-naturedly
speaking Italian, and making people laugh in spite of them-
selves.

Up and about, women wanting their turn around the dance floor
with him, smiles wide upon their faces, because he's such a
good dancer.

Now at ninety, he hasn't slowed down much at all, so full of
life and interiorly spiritual, a gentleness always upon him.

Wishing him the best on his birthday and the rest of life,
standing always, feet on the dance floor.