Nana's Baking Pan

I look through Nana's broken window so many times However, today it seems so different watching the blackbirds pecking at the pears in the avocados trees Nana harvested the best ripened avocados pears The color of dark burgundy, and green All came from that old worn-out tree; Every year we carefully inspect each pear before packing them in the brown barrel They were moist and delicious on the inside so easy to peel, those lovely ripened pears. Here I am today about to, open the last mark box of Nana's things slowly, I unfold the last item all wrapped in an old newspaper It was her bread pan; the one with the two handles an old burnt crumb lodged in the corners of the pan I smiled, I weep, Hello! to you too Nana