My Italian Wife, a poem.
Good things they say come small, the wife the Lord gave me, is my all in all.
From a broken family, this man did live, I always envied,
families who had much to give.
With my wife, God gave me a family from above,
I was embraced as a Son, with their love.
Grandma never did tire, cooking all the things our hearts could desire.
My wife is only four foot eleven but she was certainly sent from Heaven.
Beautiful children she bore, for that, I love her even more.
Now I am complete, married to my Italian wife, with lots to eat.
I asked Him for a wife from above the rest, He answered and sent me the very best!