Goat's cheese

I remember as a little girl
Our neighbours were lovely
Les and his family from Greece
I remember his dear mother
Wizened and stooped its true
Many long years her life had taken
Yet she was never slow to go or do
She made goat's cheese and shared it
It was the best I had ever had
And just a few weeks ago 
I returned to check out my old home
There was Les still living
Just like time had stood still
I mentioned these memories to him
He amazed me with his generosity
Producing a fresh goat's cheese
Giving the whole of it to me...
He also gave me fresh honey
Gathered from his hives...
Bread he'd baked in his wood oven...
Ah...that trip down memory lane
Was like time had never interrupted
Our simple and peaceful lives