Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“BOUT THE TREES, THE MOON?”

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Ellie belfiglio

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… The sun shines on your lively face,

Reflecting all your warmth, your grace.

You smile at me, what do you think,

As I wave from our kitchen sink?

… Do you hope I’ll come out soon,

To tell you, “Bout the trees, the moon?

“A stick for me? A stone, too?

“What a surprise, how nice of you!”

… You’ve gone again, birds flew by,

There will be more, my sons, don’t cry!

Our worlds will never seem too cold!

Within smiles like your, my grown up sons!! …

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FOR MY SONS…

Ellie

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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