My mother thought study
the grandest thing in the world.
It is not.
The grandest thing in the world is feeling.
That night, father working overtime,
she said to me:
“Poor man, such an hour, and still hard at work.”
She prepared bread and coffee, left a saucepanful of hot water on the
No mention was made of love.
That luxury word.
by Adelia Prado
Photo Rose Cook