Connected through generations
our lives are woven together like
the vines that wrap around ancient fig trees
standing proud in her homeland
Born when dreams of reprieve from la miserie
were quickly dashed and the great migration began
She began a life as one among many
trying to set roots to support growing branches
Joining hands with her love
they traveled across the great ocean
to plant their future in the land of opportunity
in a place I call home
Working together, he cultivated the land,
taking care to prune the tree,
while she picked the sweet fruit
that fills my plate this day
Celebrating years spent in love
beneath soaring branches
he presented her with a ring that sparkled
in the sunlight that danced between tender leaves
Today I stand in the shade of that old tree 
as I slip that sparkling ring on my finger
A symbol of their love and
the circle that is unbroken
photos: first and last are mine
La Trinacria http://s1210.photobucket.com/user/Hallie_A
Sicily http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/37168440.jpg
figs http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm251/turnpd/Garden%2006-08-08/20080608_36.jpg
figs on tree http://s695.photobucket.com/user/Layne_photobucket/media/Fig4.jpg.html
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