my weekend as grandmother, by Daniela Domenici

My loving, but too short, weekend
as grandmother is going to end
this afternoon,
always too soon,
every time it’s harder to say goodbye to them
and I already plan when to come back to them

My loving, but too short, weekend
as grandmother is going to end
this afternoon,
always too soon,
every time it’s harder to say goodbye to them
and I already plan when to come back to them