A Memory of the Old World

Poem

Sep 25, 2024

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A Memory of the Old World

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Midway through the journey of my life,
I’ve returned to a memory of years prior,
when I ate a succulent ossobuco at the Old World,
in celebration of the day I was born.
The meat falling from the bone.
My father sat across from me
urging me to enjoy life.

It must have been my 30th. 
It…

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