1. Cappuccino and Crochet

    As I sit beside my nonna
    watching her nimble fingers move
    we share a cup of warming brew
    with stories of her days gone by.

    Watching her nimble fingers move
    the colorful skeins in her lap;
    building afghans to keep us warm,
    crocheting in bits of her love.

    We share a cup of warming brew
    making mustaches from the foam,
    the heady smell of espresso
    wafting across the parlor air.

    With stories of her days gone by,
    the Tuscan hills where she was born,
    I spend the afternoon at peace
    enveloped by her loving gaze.

    (A Retourne)

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