Poems from Milan

Poems from Milan,

Ciao! I’m Celia. Originally from NY, I’m now living la dolce vita and on a mission to live it to the fullest! I hope to inspire you to explore Milan & Lake Como, the culture, cuisine and creativity. Feel free to browse the blog or book a video call with me. I'd be happy to share my insider tips about Milan & Lake Como with you.

original poems by Celia Abernethy

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Corner cafe

Having a cappuccino

at the corner cafe

in Milan

looking up at a lady

hanging her laundry out

on the line

she dreams of those days

she was young and free

she pulls her hair back and looks down at me.

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Sarah

I met a girl named Sarah

she said she was from Australia

she told me she came with dreams

of being in a magazine

but found herself broke and alone

now working at a hotel answering the phone.

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Remembering my Grandfather’s eyes

A shining ice blue that radiated warmth

I would press my face so close to him

I could study the dilating of his pupils

I would wonder if mine did the same thing

At the same time

He used to tell me his eyes turned blue

From looking so much out to sea

Sometimes I would see a look in his eye

As if he were really looking out to the sea

Searching for something

Trying to remember

I remember my grandfather’s piercing blue eyes

My grandfather’s eyes bright and blue

He yearned for something

Something far and distant

Something far and distant

But close to his heart