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Your cheerful voice, your pretty gaze
Your loving words and dancing pace
You look the same, Granny,
as in my memory.
We’ve brought something.
Quite nothing.
A box of square pleasures,
They look for you ' small treasures.
Take one, Granny,
Forget, Sweetie, for one moment,
Enjoy the taste of the present,
This one is good that makes you smile
This one you took makes beam your eyes.
One is enough,
You close the box.
A small talking, you notice it:
A faint doubt
A sudden daze.
What is this little box doing there?
One chocolate,
One chocolate,
One is enough, as you once said.
There will be no “two” chocolates.
In one remains whole happiness.
[Dedicated to Granny]
French Tries
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