They pushed him straight against the wall,The firing squad dropped in a row,
And why he raised upon his toes,
These men shall never know.
He wore a smile across his face
As he stood primly there,
The guns all aiming at his heart,
The sun upon his hair.
For he remembered in a flash
Those days now past recall
When his proud mother took his height
Against the bedroom wall.
-Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni