Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[4]

when one loves, everything is already forgiven
when one loves, memory does not feel rancor

my heart is clear towards you

past brings simple memories
Christmas evenings and chocolate
pine trees and cats
in narrow paths and staircases

past brings bags of laughing
past brings many afternoons
of tea time at two and supper at five

I would say that this time is not dead
it is everlasting
that crystals still shine on the shelves
that voices can still be heard
sounds that the soul does not forget

when one loves, past and present
dance together
pain and grief look for other doors
for love is by nature obese
occupies all the space
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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