Imagine

Imagine

Moving to a strange country. 

You're so young and get married so abruptly, 

To a man you were forced to love, and you're going to have a baby.

You move from Italy to Queens, where the people are pretty shady

And English is a language you don't speak. 

You do it for your sons, and their sons.

You learn about this country, you speak with different tounges

Start your own business by cooking pastas, breads, and pizzas

Talk with the customers, they poke fun at how you end your phrases with "ah"-s

You laugh and you swear and you thank god they're here

If the doors are closed, business can't run.

This is my father's mother, a crazy Italian woman.

Now this is my mother's mother, a normal American woman

Imagine

Your father was Irish and drank alcohol like desert drinks water. 

But you married a great man, engineer, scholar, and father

Who raised three kids with you until one day he was gone. 

A truck and a car unscratched, and then my grandfather's car, all mangled for anybody to look upon. 

You couldn't carry on. But you do. You become a nurse and find a job you love more than you could love another man. 

So you sell the house, and buy one on a lake because you can

You can sit with a glass of iced tea and watch your grandchildren play.  

All of these memories stay with me, to this day. 

All I have to do is

Imagine.