Poems from Milan
Poems from Milan,
original poems by Celia Abernethy
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
 Ciao! I’m Celia. Originally from NY, I’m now living la dolce vita Lake Como Style 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. Would you like to book a video call with me? I'd be happy to share my insider tips about Milan & Lake Como with you.
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