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Milk and Honey

Remembering grandma

By emaPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Milk and Honey
Photo by Benyamin Bohlouli on Unsplash

Who's afraid of harsh and dark winter nights? 

None of us with cold cheeks waiting for treats, 

your home is full of flavor and warm lights,

in wood chairs, pending we take our seats.

We count on your old hands cooking love,

sweetest whirlpool, ready when the heart lands

in a field of wool, on your rusty stove

you cure any wound with skilled fairy blends.

A cup of fresh white milk, warm and sunny

greener grass and the peaceful cows did it,

then a teaspoon of bright, golden honey

fragrant flowers and clever bees made it.

Drink little ones, this is a magic cream,

cough goes away, and the night is a dream.


Thank you for reading!


About the Creator


I invent stories, sometimes they need to be written.

Carpe Diem Tempus Fugit.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    Oh yes, honey has so much of healing properties! This was so wonderful!

  • Christy Munson2 months ago

    Warm piece! I enjoyed it.

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