% Finally, Lunch - Poem by Laa Finita
She said very little,
I guessed very much.
'What's that? ' she asked.
Behind my dark glasses I smiled.
It was she, who guessed,
within sunshine smile,
I was carrying little gifts for her,
from Peru, of my trips, the last.
At lunch she told me,
about her dreams, her love, her plans,
as for her next concert, she asked:
'Will you be able to come? '
I embraced her, kissed her forehead,
as if she was, once again, a child.
'My little girl, wherever, whenever
you call, mum's always standing by your side'.
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