“In the past those whom you love
................don’t ever die.”
....From “Vertumnus”, a poem
...........by Joseph Brodsky
...............dough bowl
.holding fresh-picked flowers
.....captured surplus of blue
..........Grandma’s hands
...kneading apple-pie dough
......lingering cinnamon air
....reflections of the season
........seasoned memories
........weathered and worn
...........setting the mood
..............quilted today
What a beautiful word quilt! It is good to share your memories - they bring up quite similar ones.
I agree. Memories are forever in the landscapes of the mind. Beautiful write. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ben, A beautiful poem where the warmth spills and the aroma lingers in the memory of a man, made happy as a boy through the treasure of grandma's kitchen. Dorothy