Bread And Cherries
“Cherries, ripe cherries!”
The old woman cried,
In her snowy white apron
And basket beside;
And the little boys came,
Eyes shining, cheeks red,
To buy bags of cherries
To eat with their bread.
By Walter John La Mare (1873-1956)
“Work With What You Got!”
© Victoria Hart Glavin Tiny New York Kitchen © 2016 All Rights Reserved
You’ve Touched My Heart
You’ve Touched My Heart
You’ve Given Me A Reason
For Smiling Once Again,
You’ve Filled My Life With Peaceful Dreams
And You’ve Become My Closest Friend.
You’ve Shared Your Heartfelt Secrets
And Your Trust You’ve Given Me,
You Showed Me How To Feel Again
To Laugh, And Love, And See.
If Life Should End Tomorrow
And From This World I Should Part,
I Shall Be Forever Young
For You Have Touched My Heart.
La Vita Nuova
In that book which is
My memory…
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words…
Here begins a new life
-Dante Alighieri
