A/n-this is dedicated to my deceased great-grandmother she died right
before sept 11 and had been born in 1893..she was very old and could only
speak Italian in the end.

Bella Farfalina, she called me
Beautiful Butterfly was what she meant
She was the dragon of the Scaletti Clan
She proteected and guided her children
And her children's children

She was our Mother
Our Grandmother
Our Great-Grand mother
My biznona

"Tell us a story, nona!"
and what stories she could tell
Of times gone by,
peace movements,
womens rights,
segregration
Presidents,
All just one more memory

She would gather us children
And tell us
World War 1, World War 2, Cold War,
Titanic, Vietnam
She had seen it all, lived through it all

She scared me in knowledge
She awed me in knowledge
I was little
She was ancient

Bella Farfalina, she called me
Beautiful butterfly
She is my hope, my angel, my shining star
Her body may have faded but the memory won't