I look through Nana's broken window so many times However, today it seems so different watching the blackbirds in the avocados trees pecking at the fruits
Nana harvests the best ripe avocados pears The color of dark burgundy, and green All came from that old worn out tree;
Every year we would carefully inspect each pear before packing them in the brown barrel they were moist and delicious on the inside so easy to peel , those lovely ripen pears.
Here I am today about to, open the last mark box of Nana's things I unfold the last item slowly; All wrapped up in old newspaper was her bread pan; the one with the two handles an old burnt crumb lodged in the corners of the pan I smile, I weep,