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,
Hello! To you too Nana
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
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,
Hello! To you too Nana
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