My granny’s feast

Come. Get in. Sit.
Look. Smell. Eat.
Mmmmmh…
The occasion is fit.
Granny serves a feast.

Those days are gone.
She’s no longer there.
Shhhhhhh…
Be strong and go on.
The granny’d say: dare!

 


By Luca Arnaldo

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