Facebook Post: 2018-09-03T15:52:59

Lily‘s homework is to write a poem about her name. She chose her last name to write about. This is the ending of her poem:

“My name is like a butterfly.
It flies away from someone’s brain as soon as they hear it.
It carries the scent of fresh pasta sauce cooking on the stove.
And finally it tastes like peanut butter because it sticks to the roof of your mouth. My name is all of these things and more.

Great, Great, Grandma, Great Grandpa, Grandpa, Dad.
Many Generations have known this name as their own.
Now it’s my turn.


A Sicilian Mystery”

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