Anna Zappoli


grandma white as snow
few moments now
my thoughts I give
when my eyes seem to faint
I am sowing and I am
thinking writing memories
grandma her eyes blue
her voice saying
a thread through my needle
and through a needle I put a thread
little black stitches
straight as an arrow
black little stitches through my heart
blue eyes as the sky
white her hair as snow
beautiful I know
alive white as snow
a thread through my needle.

Anna Zappoli was born in Catania, Italy, and moved to the United States in 1966. She is an artist/writer who produces art in her home studio in San Diego, CA.

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