Here’s a little poem I put together for my grandmother’s birthday a few years back.
It’s fun and quirky, and I haven’t been able to write anything new, so I thought I’d share it while I try to rekindle my inspiration.
Xronia Polla to our favorite Yiayia
who reads dirty books while she bakes moussaka.
Her kitchen is always as warm as her heart
and our stomachs are full before we depart.
She cares for her family and raises our hopes
and does it without ever missing her soaps.
The life of the party, wherever she goes
for only a sip, and she’s red as a rose!
Today is her birthday, you already know,
so give her a hug and say "S’agapo!"


