The Taste Of Strawberry Poem by wabi sabi
The Taste Of Strawberry
I am not sure if every one of my family is entirely pround of what and how I am.
My grandmother turned 101 years old the other day.
I am the nearest one to visit her.
Last week I brought some fresh strawberries to her.
It was a beautiful day.
She happened to tell me the most special thing I had ever heard.
'Even if someone great in Japan came bearing these berries to eat together, they wouldn't be as tasty as these.'
I had never felt myself important to somebody else.
I will never forget the taste of berries in 2012.
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4/16/2024 9:38:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
She said that because according to her, you are the greatest person in Japan.... So must always be with her, she can forever eat anything at the best taste when you are there you are her taste bud.... :) and well u are important of course! ! _Unwritten Soul