HERE’S TO CONTESSA’S LEGACY
In the shadow of Pompeii, where the ashes take flight,
Lies a story of the ages, wrapped in love and light.
Contessa Angelina, with green eyes so clear,
A heart full of passion, a beacon far and near.
Oh, the legacy flows, like rivers of the past,
From the shores of old Italy, among generations last.
Through the ages we gather, with joy and some sorrow,
In the warmth of tradition, we find strength for tomorrow.
Margherita pizza, with colors of the flag,
Green basil, white mozzarella, a taste we will brag.
San Marzano tomatoes, as we smile and reminisce,
Honoring the Queen of Italy, in every bite of bliss.
Oh, the legacy flows, like rivers of the past,
From the shores of old Italy, among generations last.
Through the ages we gather, with joy and some sorrow,
In the warmth of tradition, we find strength for tomorrow.
The Grandkids are questioning, the why and the how,
Of the rituals we cherish, and the memories we vow.
But in every dough rising, in each sauce we create,
The heart of our history holds our love innate.
Christmas Eve’s a canvas, brush strokes of care,
Baccala and anchovies, a feast we all share.
Eels in the marinara, prepared with our hands,
In the family kitchen, where our love understands.
Oh, the legacy flows, like rivers of the past,
From the shores of old Italy, among generations last.
Through the ages we gather, with joy and some sorrow,
In the warmth of tradition, we find strength for tomorrow.
Here’s to Contessa’s Legacy, and her love through the years,
Through laughter and traditions, through joy and through tears,
May we cherish the old ways, and those we hold dear,
As we chart our own course, let our family stay near.
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