As I sat in a KLM airplane, it was obvious people were not too happy with the cheese sandwich that was offered to them as their meal. For me this is different: the cheese sandwich is a joyful reminder of memories from my early youth.

Upon my plate, a simple meal was laid,
Soft bread and cheese, the taste of days long past.
An apple, peeled, where golden sun once played,
And chocolate sweet, as if those times could last.

At noon, my grandsire’s hands would set with care
A humble feast, yet rich with love’s embrace.
The custard swirled in yellow, brown laid bare,
A child’s delight, untouched by time’s slow pace.

Now high I soar where northern skies grow pale,
Through clouds and winds my journey pulls me far.
Yet cheese on bread returns the whispered tale,
Of hearth and home, and childhood’s guiding star.

For love once fed will never fade away,
But lingers, soft, like light at end of day.