Poem: saving the best for last

nonna once told me
when mamma was a child
one day during sunday dinner,
nonna noticed a slice of salami under her plate,
nonna asked why.
mamma said she saved the salami
so she have it for last
leaving the best taste in her mouth.
today eating an italian pizza
(not an italian american one)
i eat the crust first,
leaving the best for last,
and eating it with a knife and fork.

@2014 – Vittoria repetto

Posted on April 18, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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