• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 09

Grandmother’s Lullaby

hills are more lovely
    in another country

chianti red
    color of remembrance

no apparitions to cling
to remembrance
    from another country

old photographs
transmigrate my soul
    across great waters

shuffle of the breeze
scatters my past
    to another country

tomorrow will become today
    then merely yesterday

fragrances are more sweet
    in another country