Warm Pieces (35) - Grandpa Traitor Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the sociable grandfather
turned out to be the traitor.
he didn't allow for the thought
that I would work him out.
let him be pleased that
I didn't press him.

there is a stranger although
he is thinking continuously
that he knows me but
he doesn't know where from.
it even is pleasant

but he can catch neurosis by us.
who will be paying him the pension
for the loss of one's health?
but I don't worry,
now, is on form.
we will see, what they will pour out

and well will harden.
only there will be a time
for the thinking
which to bake the cake of this stewed
dish made of sauerkraut and mushrooms...