(for my recently passed away grandmother)

just another sunday
flowing over my fingertips,
imbibing them
in the scent of some dream
i had last night…
coffee flavored dawn,
while waiting for
the arms of my two little men
to pull themselves out of
the softest of sleeps
and become my sweet necklace…
‘she would have been eighty-nine today…’
a fugitive thought
stained with the nostalgia
of some long-forgotten birthday cake…
tempus fugit…





© Liliana Negoi


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