Ellie belfiglio

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


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… Tales are the stories of old,

Some are exaggerated or bold.

Yarns are oft passed down from father to son,

There are strains, never just one.

… As a child I heard of strange odes,

I heard miners speak of the “MOTHER LOAD”.

Grandpa spealed at length of his hunting chase,

Many strange pursuit he faced.

… Grandma talked softly in hushed tones,

She spoke of legends etched in stone.

I was told of traits passed down,

Family history was very profound.

… Now, I reflect on those tales of old,

In my mind they never run cold.

I remember always the past,

Cherished memories that will forever last!! …




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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