Anna Remembers

mourning

She felt a tear form in her eye –

For those she’d known in days gone by

When she was young and hale and strong

And when the future still seemed long

For now her days are fraught with ache

With muscles frail and bones that break

Back then, though, she was young and free

And wasted not her liberty

She danced once on a show’r of stars

To music from Cuban guitars

In old Havana long ago

A man her family didn’t know

They ran and laughed until it hurt

She placed her hand upon his shirt

Then felt her lover’s warm embrace —

All as that tear rolls down her face

Let’s Say Ta —

Calamata
Let’s say ta —

To Minolta

And to Sparta

Let’s say ta —

To calamata

And some hot pancetta

And to a cold Fanta

Let’s say ta —

To a good fermata

To operetta

To a beautiful arietta

Or a wonderfully structure sonata

Maybe we won’t say ta —

To quota

Or capita

Or strata

But I would say ta —

To some ricotta

To a hot fajita

Or a real Greek pita