AN IRON CROSS POINTING THE WAY
HAND MADE BY A GREAT GRANDFATHERS'OWN
IT WAS TIME FOR THE HISTORY TO BE COMPLETED THE
SEARCH WAS STARTED BY HIS YOUNGEST CHILD
WHO PUT HER FAITH IN HER GRANDAUGHTERS
WE WERE FINALLY FOUND THROUGH YEARS OF PERSEVERANCE,
TECHNOLOGY, AND PURE LUCK
WE FELT THE MISSING PIECES IN OUR LIFE,
BUT KNEW NOT WHERE TO BEGIN
THAT CROSS REACHED ALL THE WAY FROM TORTORETO TO AMERICA
AND BROUGHT US HOME
FINALLY WE ADDED OUR OWN STEPS TO THOSE OF OUR FOREFATHERS
AFTER THREE GENERATIONS WE FOUND OUR ROOTS IN THE VINYARDS,
THE OLIVE GROVES, THE SEA, THE SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS
WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE TOLD WE WERE CONNECTED TO THIS LAND
WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE TOLD YOU WERE OUR FAMILY
WE ARE OF THE SAME BLOOD OUR HEARTS KNEW
YOU FOUND US AND BROUGHT US HOME
WE ARE BLESSED
way home
An iron cross planted by the great-grandfather's hands pointing the way, it was time that the story might be fulfilled. The youngest of her daughters imagined placing it with a real faith in his grandchildren. After years of perseverance, computer scientists and pure luck we finally arrived, we felt that our lives were missing pieces but we did not know where to look. That cross has traveled all the way from Tortoreto America and brought us back home. We've added our steps to those of our ancestors in those vineyards, olive groves in those, in that sea, snow in the mountains, after three generations have found our roots. There was no need to tell us that we belonged to that land, there was no need to tell us that you were our family. Our hearts they knew it, we are made of the same blood. We have found and we've brought home and now we feel at peace.
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