Umberto

He sat quietly on the sofa
watching us through thick,
dark rimmed glasses, his eyes
watery with age,
sharp with wisdom.
Quite the snappy dresser
with his shiny black shoes,
neatly pressed slacks and
argyle sweater. We humbly
offered the one or two words
we knew in his language;
His gift in return, a broad smile,
a torrent of Italian warmth.
No need for a dictionary,
Happiness is the same
in all languages.