Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Sarie bought home a gourmet walnut potica roll.
My daughter loves this classic European pastry
as much as I do, finely chopped walnuts with sugar
rolled in a thin layer of dough and not to sweet.
I slice it like my grandmother used to
and put on a kettle of chamomile tea, serving
them with my grandmother's grace and dignity.
When I was little, the grown ups, after dinner,
would discuss politics with politica rolls and coffee.
I'd listen as long as I could, savoring the potica roll,
that delicious recipe passed from generation to generation,
and then drift off to sleep with my head in my mother's lap.

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