For Alice Gruppioni, who died here

For Alice Gruppioni, who died here
she came here for her honeymoon
she left, to go to her funeral
a sun-kissed shore, that’s what they call Venice
so many people have come here
to come home:
they come here and the last piece of
the puzzle that is themselves,
slips into place:
and you go: oh yeah!
THIS is the place I’ve been looking for
I always wanted to live in the Gingerbread House
I wanted to fall asleep on the sand
and wake up to find the moon talking
to me –
and saying: look! look! look!
here I am the moon
the moon –
“by the light of the silvery moon”
we played day and night
walking, hopping + skipping down the boardwalk
trying a second or third time
to get this childhood right:
just want to stay at home and play
with glue, feathers, paints, glitter –
did not get enough of that –
that girl from Italy =
we are so sorry this happened to you.
it’s so sad –
we bless you and your family
our hearts reach out to your hearts –
we know what sorrow is –
we share your sorrow with ours.
Mary Getlein