Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[5]

Oma, I always leave you a kiss
it is invisible
it does not need any words
it comes along with the wind
and rests in the eyes

when the wind stirs your gray hair
kisses come by the thousands
come with the leaves that dirty the sidewalks
come with the buzzing in the gaps
come with the lightnings and the thunderstorms
come with the prayers to the saints

when it rains, the kisses come wet
and smear the face
with sugar
with molasses and taffies
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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