Claudia

Each morning in Romanos in Boronia With her cappucino she has a slice of cake Dark haired and bronzed you might say she looks Spanish But her accent you could never once mistake. When Claudia speaks you know she is Italian The accent always is a give away You may have lived for years far from your Homeland But bits of the accent you brought with you with you stay. Her neighbour Paulo told me about Claudia She is unmarried never was a wife But she is an extraordinary woman And she knows of the ups and downs of life. She raised a daughter dark haired Valentino And five years ago when she was twenty three She disappeared whilst swimming at San Remo It's been said her body was swept out to sea. To have her only child die in her twenties How heart breaking for her it had to be She seldom talks about her deceased daughter For her still too painful a memory. A pretty looking woman in her forties Through her dark hair just a few strands of gray She must have been a beauty in her twenties For she still looks quite beautiful today. I often meet her in Romanos Cafe And sit with her just to chat for awhile Despite her heartbreaks she puts on a brave face And there is warmth in her lovely smile. Old Paulo told me she once had a boyfriend But he forsook her after a brief fling He was the father of her lovely daughter True love can often be a hurtful thing. By life and love she has not been treated kindly And love right now the last thing on her mind She once fell in love but she loved far too deeply And faithful men are far too hard to find. Each morning she is in Romanos Cafe And with her coffee she always has cake Dark haired and very bronzed she would pass as Spanish But her Italian accent you could not mistake.