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
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