pastas, soups
and Turkish bread
at my door …
her generous spirit
colors my cheeks


6 Responses

  1. papagreenbean Says:


  2. Jan Dobb Says:

    Anne, you've said so much by saying so little! I was moved.

  3. Maria Says:

    Agree with Jan; I was moved by the honest simplicity of this.

  4. Barbara Kaufmann Says:


  5. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Ah, lovely, Anne. I am reminded of a special person that used to visit my grandmother here in Ireland many years ago.

    grandma's kitchen . . .
    a star-covered teacup
    for the gypsy lady

    Frogpond, Autumn 2012

  6. Alan Summers Says:

    Food works on so many levels, even fast food, for us, or our fellow animals.
    a cat picking
    at discarded fast food
    this night without you
    filling with the hum
    of regular rain

    Alan Summers
    July 2015 issue of brass bell, featuring poems by Alan Summers

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