Italian love story..by Jude kyrie

1959 ENGLAND
I was sixteen when I ran away.
My dad had died in the war.
He's a hero my family said.
I did not want a hero 
i wanted my dad.

Mom was too pretty
and I suppose lonely.
She married my stepfather
He hated me particularly
when his three kids were born.
They go his love.
I got his belt.

The tramp ship left liverpool.
Eight  days later I arrived in New York.
It was immense far beyond my
old Lancashire village in England.
I tried to survive in America
But it is an unforgiving place
if you have no friends or money

She found me lay in the street
Fainted with hunger.
I don't know why she assisted me.
But she did.
She was Italian and
only had broken English.
But my god she was beautiful.
She was about thirty.
But her figure her looks.
Made my heart tremble.

She fed me soup.
And pasta dishes.
I did not. Know existed.
I became stronger day by day.

Her father imported Italian foods.
From back home.
they were rich.
Papa was a kind man and
took me under his wings.
He sent me to school.
And Lucie would ask me
what I had learned each day.
She was so kind and beautiful.
I did not know it.
But I was in love with her.

One day she touched my face
With her fingers
So softly.
I misread the situation  
due to my inexperience
And youth.
And I pulled her to me.
I can still feel the softness
of her breast.
Upon my chest.
As I kissed her passionately.
Her father came in to the room.
He was angry.
And threw me out of his house.

A year later

I did not waste my education.
I opened an import export business.
And imported Britain's
finest food and antiques.
I became wealthy.
But I would not marry.
I had  lucy in my mind
and my heart.

I waylaid her in the street.
She said I am too old for you.
Papa would never agree?

A few weeks later
I hired a group of Italian musicians
At night outside
of the brownstone
I tossed a few pebbles
against her window.
She opened it up.
To see who was
causing the fuss.
The musicians
opened their repertoire
And I sang
o me babbino caro.
In the worst Italian ever spoken.
And even the worst voice.

She appeared at her open window.
Hush, hush,  
Papa will hear you.
Why do you want me
I am too old for you
she whispered.

I answered with the only truth
That I had in my soul.
Because you saved my life.
And now I belong to you.

Her father heard.
And let me in his home.
I have missed you he said.
Not as much
as I have missed you, sir.

Two years later

Our second child
Was just born.
He opened a bottle of
Italian wine,
To whet the baby's head.
And he hugged me.
And I hugged him.
Welcome to your family
My son.