I pour milk from the brown jug
into the bowl like the woman
on the postcard you sent
from Amsterdam,
crumble the bread to make
your favourite pudding,
sweeten it with sugar,
stir in the fruit, grate the nutmeg,
sunlight on my hands
your shadow pegged to my shoulder.
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Beautiful closing line. Sweet tasty poem. Relished a lot 10+