Filomena

Family, food, and faith were the things closest to her heart

Italian she was in both nationality and colourful personality

Love was her dominant quality, something she never failed to impart

Open-hearted and open-housed always, the queen of generosity

Matriarch or Nonna, she perfectly embodied that role and part

Empty bellies at her home were never even a slight possibility

Nothing was ever too much, large quantities of food were just the start

Always she will be loved, remembered, and dearly missed for eternity

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Originally I was going to be posting another entry to the Full Moon Challenge as my post for the 5th day of the year, but my plans were changed. Fortunately, I still had this - my first attempt at an acrostic poem, using the name of my late and great Nonna, Filomena, to whom it is dedicated. So, I managed to stick to my original plan of a "post a day", after all.

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You may also be interested in the post I published earlier last year about my Nonna:

And an accompanying post discussing the importance of proofreading:

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Thank you again for reading my poem!