Grandma’s Garden
Abstract birds
among uniform trees.
Feelings picked from the apple tree;
my tears resting in Mother Earth’s lap.
Tiny red flowers sprouting in spring,
I, muddied from so much imagining
and falling, and hurting myself
on the clean lands of childhood.
Those were light times, those were good times,
and they simply were.
– Note: This photo is from the house of my dear grandmother, Josephina Gavazzoni, in the municipality of Flores da Cunha, RS, Brazil. Today, this house no longer exists.