This is what my nana and I would do.
We'd go to Barnes and Noble on a lazy
Sunday afternoon
look at the books
and grab something nice
or two,
head into the in-store cafe
share a toasted stuffed pretzle
and dunk it
in the packet'd mustard goo;
then just sit and talk
sometimes without even saying a word.
I get the pleasure to live
with these memories.
Thank you nana
I love you too.