my grandfather still lives
everytime I smell
freshly baked bread
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Dedicated to all the times in my childhood we used to drive around Cochin with my grandfather, and the smell from the bakeries forever became associated with him. He died eleven years ago.
This haiku won eighth place in an online competition recently.
2 comments:
Yes woman. My very own!So how do you feel talking to a published poet..har de har.
Was pleasantly shocked when it came in eighth place.Encouraging for a feldgling writer, eh.
D, Hat tip.
Real good...
GGB
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