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Sep 2020
I remember you
in my childhood yard,
you were climbing,
every year, little by little,
towards the sun, and blue sky,
leaving me on the ground,

Watching you year after year,
your dexterity as a free climber,
your character attracted me
til-one day your dark black grapes riped,
I wanted to be you, the climber.

Only you,
climbed higher, and higher,
and your grapes grew higher,
and higher,
green little eyes
looked from down
at your black grapes,
in the middle of the summer.
'Darling, do you need the ladder?
I can set the ladder for you'
Oh, mother!
Don't you see,
I reach the grapes from the ground.

I remember you!
Climbing grapevine!
I remember you!

I see you today only as a picture,
You make me climb up again.

Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021
Missing Home!
Maria Mitea
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Maria Mitea
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