Piano ivory keys contrasting against slender sharps and flats
The dark stained wooden bed frame worn to a honey golden
The peach blossom pearly blushed the scent traveling in the breeze
Long looming limbs of the pear tree never concealing a ripe green pear
Rosemary roasted chicken emerging from the scorched clay pot
Cinnamon wafting from my rice porridge bowl
The gentle pitter patter of my dog’s charcoal colored claws on the wooden floors
“What is the worst thing that could happen?” -Grandma
Grandma’s russet red lips arched in a perpetual “U” set against her alabaster porcelain skin
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