By Andrew R. Duckworth

It was said by some that we were royalty,
A family swept in turmoil in Sicily,
Ousted, and moved to mainland.
Out of power.
Powerless.
Penniless.
And north to Switzerland we fled,
Or so it’s been said.
And by some way,
We made our way
To the States,
Where we are to this day.
I can’t recall
When or where I first heard
Of this fantastic flight
Seeming mildly absurd.