I wrote of Italy as a little girl
I never knew it would take me here
With your brown curly hair that you hate but I adore
I want my children to have your every feature
I know you see me and I see you
You are so scared that I will abandon you
You are here to stay and I am loyal
There is no need to hide or fight anymore
When you come back to America
I hope to be the one you search for.