A Crust of Bread and a Glass of Wine
By Robert Amoroso
A crust of bread and a glass of wine,
reminds me fondly of another time.
A time recalled of tender care-from a
wrinkled brow and snow white hair.
Of long summer days, under a roof of vines
as grandpa sat with a glass of wine and spoke
of worlds he left behind telling tales and nursery
rhymes.
He would tend his garden everyday, as I would
romp around and play, behind the tomato plants
I’d hide, as grandpa looked for me inside.
Quiet as a mouse I’d try to be, as I quickly scampered
behind a tree, and grandpa pretended not to see.
In the “language of love” he spoke to me, as I
quickly learned by A, B, C’s.
And as the morning turned to noon, grandpa knew
that he would soon sit and rest under his grape filled
vines with a crust of bread and a glass of wine.
And mom would pack a lunch for me,
and I would sit upon his knee, and sip
his wine, and he’d pretend not to see.
Grandpa now is gone from me,
and I no longer hide behind the tree, but
when I sip a little wine, I travel back to that
place in time…to those warm summer days,
and a roof of vines and fondly recall
a crust of bread and a glass of wine.
Copyright 2009 Robert Amoroso
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God Bless,
John Michael Domino
Edwin
YOU bring me to where I have "always" wanted to be! Robert, I drive a School Bus and I see these grape vines in yards, and some are amazing! and I want and see myself, sitting with my favor. "Fetzer red wine and a sour dough bread/or Italian/bread is bread, it's comfort to me) lol - This poem brought that to me! and to think, you wrote of your Grandpa and his memories with you, as a SWEET YOUNG Lad, how adorable! YOu write with such an easy flow, this poem makes my heart want to TRACK/Follow your heartstrings/words! I hope you stop in my little wee corner and read my genre' of heartfelt writings too,and maybe STAY Longer...
I am so glad I gravitated to you, I can tell by your style, words, and writing that your heart is filled with passion, Words and passion are unending huh....
STay Positive! and I feel for the sadness I felt for you, missing your SWEET Grandpa! This poem had to be MADE/CREATED/Shared! and READ!
Much Blessings of Love, PEACE, and Bright Light, WArrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
WRITE ON!Psss...This is going in my library/docum. under Robert Am, so I can SMILE and re-read and feel BLESSED that a soul ( #2 souls) could be touched this deeply and not forgotten EVER)! I'm happy for you and I'm happy for your Grandfather too! (His spirit knows)
In Spirit,
Bear