“The Struggle, First Generation”
Chapter One: The Beginning

      You find yourself beginning to lie back on your bed, your legs dangling off the side, in your bedroom. You have your arms folded around your head, your hands crossed under the back of your neck, while you are just staring off into space. Your bedroom window is slightly open to allow the cool breeze and the faint frangrances of honey suckle to permeate your room.
     As you try to relax, the palms of your hands are beginning to become sweaty and nervousness has ever so slightly taken over your body. You are hungry, but your stomach is in knots and you realize that if you were to attempt to eat something it would probably not stay in your stomach very long.
     Well, you decide tht it is about time to stand up and afford yourself the opportunity to walk slowly around your room first. Your walk around your home will come second and mentally you will take a photograph of every room. The realization that today will be the final time you will ever see all that has become familiar to you, is beginning to slowly sink in.
    As you slowly walk around and try to memorize everything that you are able to, you begin to pick up those items that have always carried a sentimental meaning for you.
    Perhaps a special carving that was given to you many years ago by a close family  member is one of those precious items that you would want to remember. Perhaps a sweater that your mother had knitted for you when you were a very young child has some sentimental value for you.
     Maybe it is a personlized blanket that your grandmother made for you with all o your favorite colors when you were a very small child.
    Well, these particular items will always have a special place in your heart, but they must remain behind. In your heart, you wish that you could have the ability to bring everything with you, but then the reality of the situation sets in.
  Then as you slowly walk around you happened to find a photograph with all of your family members. It is not a recent picture, but you are beginning to think tht this will do for now. You look at it and then you come to the conclusion that this is what you would like to keep with you for the rest of your life.
    Carefully you pick up the picture by the edges so as not to add any additional fingerprints than are already there. You place it in your shirt pocket until you are able to add it to all the other items that you will be bringing with you.
    As you walk down the stairs and begin to walk towards the kitchen area, the smell of sauteed onions is becoming stronger and stronger. Okay, you made your way into the kitchen area and there is your wife Constanza leaning by the stove with the beginning of your supper meal.
    You offer your wife some assistance with the supper meal that you will be sharing in a little while and together you begin the process of cooking. You begin to put a salad together while your wife is preparing the fish that you brought home a few days ago.
    Of course, Constanza already prepared a very large pot of tomator sauce earlier in the morning, which is now just simmering on the stove. The tomato sauce will be for the pasta that she will prepare later in the evening.
  The supper meal tonight will be a celebratory type of meal, as you will be having a few close friends and family members over to share in the feast that the two of you are preparing.
  Along with the fish, tomato sauce and pasta that your wife is preparing and the salad that you are preparing there will be a variety of vegetables, such a scorn, carrots, lima beans and broccoli.
There will also be small oblong baskets of assorted fruits, such as grapes, bananask, pineapples, watermelon and cantaloupe. Finally yet importantly, there will also be oblong baskets of assorted nuts, Italina bread and assorted cheese to pick on before all of you actually sit down to ejoy a well earned meal.
Your six year old daughter Concetta and eight year old son Mario are playing a game of catch the ball just outside the back door. Your wife has already given them a time, as to when to come into the house.
However, for now it is okay that they continue to play outside. Guess it is a good thing that they are preoccupied for the time being because otherwise they would be getting under foot.
The clock is ticking and it is almost time for everyone to begin arriving at your home. Your mother and father are walking up the walkway, making their way to your front door. As you open the door to greet them, you can also see your wife’s mother and father not too far behind.
Other close family members and a few close friends are also beginning to arrive to share in your supper meal. Each of them is bringing something with them for all to share during the afternoon and evening festivities.
You stop working in the kitchen. For a short period, you walk into your bedroom and check your dresser one last time. For peace of mind, you want to make sure that you have everything that you will need in order and ready to go. All of your paper work is still there on your dresser, but because you are so nervous, you just had to check again.
When you slowly arrive back into the kitchen, your wife asks you to call the children, as more of your friends and family are on their way. You open your back door and ask your children to come into the house, as it is time for them to be cleaned up and put on some clean clothing for the dinner that is about ready to begin.
The children come running in through the kitchen on the way to their rooms and they pick up the fragrance of all the food that is being prepared. They each hurry to be cleaned up and changed because they are getting very hungry and really do not understand what all of the fuss is about.
They both run up the stairs into their bedrooms and gather up what they will need to get dressed for the big event. Your wife had previously placed on each of the children’s beds, the clothing that they are supposed to wear for the evening.
It takes them about half an hour in all to get dressed and ready. They each make their way back down the stairs and into the kitchen where you and your wife are. Your wife stops cooking for a few minutes to brush the children’s hair and make sure they look presentable.
As each of your remaining family menbers and friends arrive at your front door, your children are right ther to give out the hugs and kisses. I guess they are they official welcoming committee.
All of your houseguests have now arrived and some of them are sitting down in your livingroom, while others are standing around in various locations. Everyone is mixing and mingling with each other and your children are right there in the middle trying to entertain everyone.
Well, time has finally come for everyone to find a seat at one of the tables that were set up to accommodate the large crowd of guests. Everyone is beginning to walk around the tables and sit down wherever they want. On the table, the oblong baskets of assorted fruit have been carefully placed townards either end of the table.
Towards the middle of each table are placed the oblong baskets of assorted nuts and assorted cheese. Round baskets of Italian bread and biscuits have been placed in various areas working their way into the center of each table.
The middle area of each table has been reserved for rectangle trays of assorted flowers that are a variety of colors, sizes and shapes. How decorative each table appears against the colorful snowflake designed lace tablecloth.
As everyone begins to find their seat at one of the tables that were set up, you get a sense of a bittersweet celebratory atmosphere. As with any type of party gathering, most everyone is taking turns with conversations that seem to center around reminiscing moments back in time. You do know exactly what I am talking about do you not. All of those remember when type of discussions.
Stories are discussed that range between when you and your wife were very, very young children through young adulthood. One of the stories that were consistently recited over the years was when you were about seven years old and you just kept getting under your mother’s foot.
It was one of those lazy, hazy hot summer afternoons. You just did not have the drive or motivation to be moving around too quickly. However, you being only seven years old did not seem to pay much attention to what the weather was. You were literally a ball of energy.
Your mother on the other hand was very tired, as she had spent most of the day baking in preparation for the church festival that was to take place later in the evening. There were two large fans running in the kitchen to compensate for the rising temperatures, both inside and out, but it was not very much help. There just was no other way to cool off the kitchen area so your mother just had to endure and get her chores done as quickly as she was able. You on the other hand were oblivious to what the temperature was. All you knew was that you wanted someone to play with you.
Mom baked one angel cake with a light sugar glaze frosting, one mayonnaise cake with a dark chocolate icing and one carrot cake with a cream cheese icing. She also took the time to bake one apple crumb pie, one blueberry pie and one very special cherry pie because she already knew that was your favorite.
If that was not enough for the church festival later in the evening, she also took the time to bake about six dozen chocolate chip cookies and about six dozen sugar cookies, for all o the other small children that would be attending the church festival.
While your mother was busy trying to clean up all of the bowls, pots, pans, dishes and cooking utensils that were used for the preparation she decided to persuade you to offer your assistance. You were just so persistent in the art of getting under foot.
She asked i you would carry each of the cakes, pies and four trays of cookies carefully and slowly over to the table that she had previously set up by the window and set them down to cool. Guess you think that this would be a relatively easy task for a young child to accomplish, right?
Well, mom just seemed to get lost in her thoughts while you were happily performing the requested task and I guess she just forgot all about you being there in the kitchen with her. You see, for the first time all day long, there was finally some peace and quiet and that was all she really wanted. Your mother was very hot and tired after all the baking she had done. She just wanted a little peace and quiet.
Okay, now she was able to concentrate on taking the time to clean up all of the bowls, pots, pans, dishes and cooking utensils that she had been using all day. She walked over to the sink and began to fill the basin full o hot water and soap. Of course, the last thing that she needed to be putting her arms and hands into was hot water. However, what are you going to do?
After she finished washing, drying and putting all of the bowls, pots, pans, dishes and cooking utensils away she proceeded to also clean the counter tops and then last but not least the oven. Now there is a chore everyone waits in line for, right?
All the while, she was just so deep into her own thoughts about the church festival that she just completely lost sight of what you were doing. She continued to go about her business, enjoying the peace and quiet while she finished cleaning up………….

*Are you interested in what happened next? What was it Vencenzo did as a small child that made this a memorable story worth repeating?

(from pages 5 – 10)

Demands of the day have halted to a hush,
all is quiet now, the hour is late.
Time to think, to clear out the mind,
a chance to make sense of all on the plate.

Take a walk outside, feel the sand at my feet,
glowing moon is overhead hiding in clouds.
Ocean water lapping a slow and steady rhythm,
while the sand glistens draped in veils and shrouds.

Gentle breeze kisses my face with such flair,
subtle scent of salt is noticed with each inhale.
Take a deep breath and welcome mother nature in,
deeply into your soul where life never grows stale.

A peaceful time being one with nature,
darkness surrounds, a slight chill in the air.
The vastness of the ocean keeps calling me closer,
I am drawn, so drawn to understand her flair.

A creation of God built with two loving hands,
always different, yet the same everywhere.
As I recline back resting on the heated sand,
the vastness of the infinite universe appears to share.

Illuminating moon like a lighthouse in the sky,
becomes the guiding light for all life of old.
Lying there in awe of the beauty knowing,
with each twinkling new star a story is told.

What exactly do we have, what is there left,
when all being done is destroy and plunder.
It has been said we learn from past mistakes,
however, without God what have we, I wonder.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
10/5/2007
Published in “Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”

The time is here, the time is now,
to rejoice in prayer for our beloved land.
Birthing an idea, not time to recompense,
a place of freedom, no lines in the sand.

An unheard of ideology many dared to wonder,
if this great land would ever be set free.
Loyalists prospered, enjoyed life as it was,
then there were others with new ideas you see.

Being looked down upon for traveling so far,
tired of taxes growing larger each day.
Private meetings were held in a tavern nearby,
a chosen few were anointed to find a new way.

In the dead of night through the Palace Green,
many Patriots quietly scurried about.
Beware of Loyalists, who might speak your plans,
those in the Governor’s Palace stood tall and stout.

Lexington and Concord the most notable battle,
where it all began are marked statues at best.
Colonial Williamsburg should be on your list,
next to Washington D.C., it is better than the rest.

A quaint working village taking you back,
to a place in time, costumed people, you meet.
The past comes alive right before your eyes,
Fife and Drum, Merchants, on shore a fleet.

Rich with history, illuminating our past,
a place for the young and the young at heart.
Enjoy your barbeques, parties and yes, fireworks,
remember for it to remain we must all do our part.

Happy July 4th!

Published in:
“Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”
Written by: Karen Palumbo
6/28/2007 (c) All Rights Reserved

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
is the lonely sound of a small worn drum.
The sound is recognizable all around the world,
if you listen close, even you, will begin to hum.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
one solitary beat, heard too many times before.
Solemnity to the soul, engrained in us forever,
melodic tune, with no smiles, on any foreign shore.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
walking along, row by row, a sea of crosses white.
Many names, many lives lost before their time,
when will mankind learn, this is not our plight.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
wiping off old dirt, wet sand, dried tears.
What would they have been, if given a chance,
we will never know, with them went their fears.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
those who are long gone, their memories survive.
Families mourn, holding on to what they have,
teddy bears, folded flags, anything left alive.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
children carry photographs, moms a broken heart.
Dads internalize tears, hold on to pride of service,
keeping what is left of family from falling apart.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
many years, many tears when is enough, enough.
As a nation we fought hard, now grow very weary,
time is growing shorter, life is getting rough.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
when all is done, from out the haze.
Smoke begins to clear, silence is all you hear,
but for the sound one solitary bugle plays.
“Day is done…..Gone the sun…..
From the lakes, From the hills, From the sky…..
All is well…..Safely rest…..
God is nigh…..”
Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
is the lonely sound of a small worn drum.
The sound is recognizable all around the world,
if you listen close, even you, will begin to hum.

Rat-a-tat, tat, tat Rat-a-tat, tat, tat,
one solitary beat, heard too many times before.
Solemnity to the soul, engrained in us forever,
melodic tune, with no smiles, on any foreign shore.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
3/5/2008 (c) All Rights Reserved

A day of celebration,
as a nation, we observe.
To all our brave,
who were and are willing to serve.Time to reflect,
think, take heed.
Do we know our wants?
In addition perhaps, our need.

Army, Navy, Air Force,
Marine, Special Forces.
Each does their job,
with very few resources.

Through summer heat,
and winter’s bitter cold.
Our brave men and women,
endure on, remaining bold.

Always keeping sight,
what they do, why they protect.
We honor our fallen,
all our lives as a sect.

Each travel the world,
leaving family, friends true.
Keeping all of us in their hearts,
and Old Glory’s Red, White, Blue.

Next time you go out,
look around, shake a hand.
It may be someone who served,
protected the USA, our fine land.

Have your parties, barbeque parade,
Remember why, you celebrate today.
All who came before and all yet to come,
will thank you, in their own Special way.
A Very Blessed and Happy Memorial Day
To All!

From:
“Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
5/25/2007 (c) All Rights Reserved.

“The Struggle, First Generation”
-Introduction-
Author: Karen Palumbo

Have you ever stopped to wonder what life would be like as an immigrant in our generous country? Have you ever stopped to wonder what life would be like as a first generation immigrant in our generous country? I would just bet that you probably have not given too much thought to such a simple question.

Yet people from all over the world have been arriving in our country for many generations. They all arrive by airplane, boat, drive or walk, but arrive in our country just the same. For many of the immigrants, their arrival goes unnoticed.

Some have made the decision to arrive on our shores as young men and women. Some have made the decision to arrive on our shores as older men and women. However, the result is still the same because arrive on our shores they do.

There are so many new people and each of them comes from many different countries and dfrom all walks of life. People arrive with their own individual backgrounds. The stories they share of their love for their homeland.

When you take the time to listen to some of them reminisce, about how life was before they decided to arrive here, you can almost detect a twinge of sadness in their voices.

If you should dare have the audacity to ask how they came about making the decision to leave their country of origin you will sense an internal tug of war gently pulling them in two directions. They are thrilled and excited to be in our country. However, they dearly miss their country of origin.

Then there are the children who have not made the decision to come to our country on their own, but are the products of circumstance. Their parent or parents have thought long and hard and made the difficult decision for them simply because of their ages.

Can you even imagine the fear and disorientation that must overwhelm the majority? Can you imagine what it must be like to have just arrived in a foreign land and not be able to understand what anyone around you is saying?

You search for familiar surroundings, but you then begin to realize that this exercise is one of futility because you are no longer in your homeland. What do you do? What do you now look for? How will you ever survive?

The realization that you are alone now must be weighing heavily on your mind, your heart and soul. Were you thinking before you decided to take that leap of faith and endeavor to test your talents in a foreign land that you might just be biting off more than you could chew?

Are you frightened? Are you beginning to ask yourself if you have made the right decision? Are you wondering if you should try to go back to your original point of destination? It can and most of the time is, a very excruciating and painful period in your life.

You were certainly brave enough to endure the agonizing and sometimes frustrating first step, were you not? Now is not the appropriate time for self-doubt. You should tell yourself that to look back would not serve you well, so from here you must set your sights forward.

If you have given it some thought and you think that the struggle of day-to-day living is not complicated with so many issues, then please look again. For many it is the most frustrating time in their lives.

For others they are able to adapt to their new surroundings with relative ease. I would imagine that it just depends on where you are starting out.

Have you arrived in our country alone? Have you arrived in our country with a husband or wife? Have you arrived in our country with brothers and sisters? Have you arrived in our country with aunts, uncles and cousins? Have you arrived in our country with existing children? Okay, so where exactly do you go from here?

Do you attempt to communicate with people whom you do not know anything about? What happens if you are not able to communicate with anyone because you do not know the language?

Now that you have accomplished what many have done before you, where do you go from here? You already are aware that you cannot just continue to walk the streets from one town to the next. So exactly what is it that you endeavor to do from this point?

If you came here with other family members, how will you be able to provide for them? Where do you even begin to search to locate shelter? Where do you go to locate the necessary food for yourself and your family members?

As you can see, it can be an extremely overshelming experience to say the least. This is nothing short of a monumental task for anyone to handle. Now to be an immigrant in an unfamiliar land just has to be one of the most frightening experiences to endure.

As difficult a hardship this whole experience is on any adult, just imagine what it must be like to be a child. The children of immigrants are the ones that are placed in the precarious middle position, if you just take the time to think about it.

I would just imagine that at this point you are wondering what I am even talking about. Well, just think about it. What do you suppose the children of these immigrants are thinking? Remember, they are just children.

Now they too are being forced due to circumstance. They must adjust to a place very unfamiliar. When they finally are allowed the privilege to attend school, do you think that they will wonder how and if they will fit in? Do you think that they will be shy and very quiet simply because they are not accustomed to speaking the new language that they are hearing?

While the adult immigrants are one set of issues to attend to and overcome, the children have another set of issues. Of course, that would depend upon whether or not they were born in their original homeland or here in our fine country.

For whatever reason, as time passes, the children become sandwiched in the middle. What I mean is that they inadvertently become the link between the life they were familiar with and the new life that they lead now. They do not necessarily ask to be placed in the middle, but that is where most end up.

This book will take this family on a journey from leaving their home in a distand land to arrive in America to begin a new life. The struggles they will endure along the way are what will keep this family together. It will give this family the strength to continue forward.

This family’s most difficult hurdle will be the language barrier. Their hopes and dreams are consumed with their children’s well being and future.

Let us all join with this family and follow them through their struggles. We will follow them through their successes and failures. We will follow them through their frustrations and pleasures. The love they have for each other. The love they have for their children.

I would like to say a few words about this “Age of Entitlement and Expectation”. Does anyone really know what it even means in today’s world? Exactly what it is? It has occurred to me that we are all surrounded with it every waking moment of our lives, every day. How did we ever evolve to this point? What ever happened to independence and self-reliance?

Could it be that if someone wants something that you might have, it give him or her the right to just take it? We used to call that inappropriate behavior, jealousy, envy and at a stretch stealing. I say stealing because logic dictates that if someone else wants what you already have and they cross the line and take it, what else would you call it?

Have we reached a point in our society that everyone must be a clone of the next? Do we all laugh at the same jokes? Do we all dress identically? Well, in some schools yes. We call that a dress code, or in private schools we call them uniforms.

Is it wrong to be an individual in this day and age when instead we have groups that speak for us? Personally, I have always preferred to speak for myself. I figure that I can explain myself better than anyone else. After all, who knows me better than me? Is there any way to put a stop to it?

This new found attitude has encompassed itself in all of our lives and from the looks of it, it sort of just snuck in when no one was paying any attention. Could this “Age of Entitlement and Expectation” really be jealousy or envy or is it really greed? It just seems a little odd to me how it could have snuck in.

Perhaps we as a society just turned a blind eye and allowed it to happen to all of us. I am not really sure, but I can remember what life was like before it.

It was not always pleasant, but there was always an innocent king of “take it for granted” attitude or hope, as I like to refer to it as, that existed that does not seem to exist at the moment. Where did it go? How can we get it back?

Have we all forgotten how beautiful and wonderful life used to be when we were all independent and self reliant? Have we forgotten about all the freedoms that we allowed to slip through our fingers because we turned a deaf ear? It is time that we begin to pay attention again before we are left without anything.

What will we have to pass on to our children? You know, the next and up coming generation. Humanities gift to humanity. Each individual born is his or her own person. Would you want it any other way?

It really is up to us to teach our children to stand on their own two feet, not to lean on the person next to them. You see, to lean on someone else once in a while is okay, but to indulge in this type of behavior is dependency and that is not okay.

I have always liked independence and self reliance, at least it is a preference of mine. If we do not teach our children independence and self reliance how will they ever learn to stand up on their own two feet and speak for themselves?

What I hear about and even sometimes read in the local newspaper is how it takes an entire community collectively to raise children in today’s society. Again I beg to differ with this opinion because I am still of the belief that child rearing begins with the parents, not the community.

As parents, do you continuously over indulge your children with anything they may want? Do you go broke trying to please them? Do you find no matter what you do for them or what you give to them it is never enough? Try saying no. Try telling your children that if they want something they will actually have to work for it.

If we do not we will be doing a disservice no only to our children, but to ourselves too. We will be raising a generation of human beings that believe that the entire universe revolves around what they want only. Is that really what we all want?

We are beginning to have this already. I see it every time that I venture out, whether traveling locally or long distance traveling. Most people today do not even use the words than you, please and excuse me. It is like these words have been erased from everyone’s vocabulary. Whenever I should come across someone who actually uses these words I am always quite surprised. That is when I see that little ray of hope all over again.

Allow me to tell of a woman I know,
spreading love and joy always anew.
A good family she came, then she grew,
her very own family, from a circle of two.A woman not afraid to face the unknown,
traveling the seas to live her dreams.
Life blessed with God, love and children,
a circle of love she created it seems.Stay at home mom, married life agrees,
her heart always filled with passion and zest.
Doing what is right, always choosing
her words,
certainly has a knack of knowing what
is best.

Her circle of love began with just two,
children born changed life forever.
Quiet turned to laughter, music to their ears,
would not have it any other way, never.

Together they faced many problems at hand,
this circle of love soon became heightened.
It took many years, the children grew,
learned together they would never
be frightened.

These children now have families of
their own,
this circle of love has continued to grow.
Grandchildren visit, too many to count,
this family is growing, how could they know.

To think it all began with one woman alone,
a prayer a dream mixed with prosperity
and love.
An empire has grown from this circle of two,
by the grace of God on the wings of a dove.

Allow me to tell of a woman I know,
spreading love and joy always anew,
A good family she came, then she grew,
her very own family, from a circle of two.
A Very Happy Mother’s Day To All!

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
4/27/2007 (c)

*From:
“Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”

Sweet little puppy only hours old,
shaking and twitching, are you cold.
Wrapped in a towel, your fur to dry,
you wiggle and squeak but you do not cry.Eyes closed tight, your tongue of pink,
brothers and sisters coming in a wink.
Better move over make room for another,
guess who is getting tired, not you, your mother.

How many birthdays do we celebrate,
two, four, five, isn’t this just great.
Brown fur, orange fur, tan and white,
everyone is certainly going to sleep well tonight.

All is quiet, puppies together huddle,
mama is sleeping with her proud little bundle.
Three beautiful girls, two handsome boys,
pleasant dreams, think of all the new toys.

A special bed for puppies and mama,
tomorrow we will introduce the proud papa.
Patiently he waits in his house outside,
waiting for the big doors to burst open wide.

Two kitty cats they will meet when they are older,
too soon for now they need to be much bolder.
All in good time when they are strong and sound,
they will meet face to face on solid ground.

Mama stays close to her babies at play,
in the corner is papa keeping the kitties at bay.
They wrestle, they waddle, tumble and roll,
so active at play, the day takes its toll.

Mama signals, time to settle down, go in,
proudly leading her puppies, see her grin.
Papa stays close, he follows in the rear,
making sure his babies have nothing to fear.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
1/31/2007 (c)
From: “Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”

Demands of the day have halted to a hush,
all is quiet now, the hour is late.
Time to think, to clear out the mind,
a chance to make sense of all on the plate.

Take a walk outside, feel the sand at my feet,
glowing moon is overhead hiding in clouds.
Ocean water lapping a slow and steady rhythm,
while the sand glistens draped in veils and shrouds.

Gentle breeze kisses my face with such flair,
suble scent of salt is noticed with each inhale.
Take a deep breath and welcome mother nature in,
deeply into your soul where life never grows stale.

A peaceful time being one with nature,
darkness surrounds, a slight chill in the air.
The vastness of the ocean keeps calling me closer,
I am drawn, so drawn to understand her flair.

A creation of God built with two loving hands,
always different, yet the same everywhere.
As I recline back resting on the heated sand,
vastness of the infinite universe appears to share.

Illuminating moon like a lighthouse in the sky,
becomes the guiding light for all life of old.
Lying there in awe of the beauty knowing,
with each twinkling new star a story is told.

What exactly do we have, what is there left,
when all being done is distroy and plunder.
It has been said we learn from past mistakes,
however, without God what have we, I wonder.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
10/5/2007 (c)
From: “Inside Out, Upside Down and Backwards!”