Harvested Moments with Granny

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Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish

the songs that you sang to me

under my favourite yellow-plum tree.

Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish.

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The songs that you sang to me,

in the pantry of my soul,

still hum, still echo, keeping memories whole.

The songs that you sang to me.

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In the pantry of my soul,

cold milk with semolina mousse,

stove and the mixer you taught me to use.

In the pantry of my soul.

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Cold milk with semolina mousse,

whipped up and preserved decades ago,

along with instructions I wanted to know.

Cold milk with semolina mousse.

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Whipped up and preserved decades ago,

a thousand little moments I got to spend with you,

I carry them with, wherever I go.

Whipped up and preserved decades ago.

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A thousand little moments I got to spend with you,

sitting on shelves in the pantry of my mind,

bottled up and labelled, easy to find.

A thousand little moments I got to spend with you.

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Sitting on shelves in the pantry of my mind,

harvested memories of plums and snow,

of summer days, fairytales, and lullabies slow.

Sitting on shelves in the pantry of my mind.

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Harvested memories of plums and snow,

diced-up orange peel for Christmas cookie dough,

we loudly sang lyrics we made up as we’d go.

Harvested memories of plums and snow.

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Diced-up orange peel for Christmas cookie dough,

right next to the sleigh rides in knee-deep snow,

Canned up old Christmas lights’ pale yellow glow,

diced-up orange peel for Christmas cookie dough.

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Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish

the songs that you sang to me

under my favourite yellow-plum tree.

Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish.

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