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Jul 2017
raw
green beans
this past afternoon  
brought back
my Oma
full white apron on
in  the kitchen
one summer  
in Germany
decades ago
window wide open
to the garden
sitting at the table
busily breaking them up
together
for her delicious vegetable soup  
I'm  helping ,I'm helping
I said as  they broke
in my little fingers
her soup
a mere  memory
as she  stopped making it
   a lifetime ago
Oma was my  German grandmother who  I visited every summer growing up in the 70's , no matter where we were stationed  ( My Dad was in the military ) we always  visited her  at least once a year .She died  in  1982.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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