Love Of Food


I have my grandmothers cook book. 

Pages of tiny writing,

Crossings-out and added notes. 

Her’s and my grandfathers recipes. 

Tiny pieces of their life,

Caught between pages and food smudges. 

I remember it propped up in her tiny kitchen,

The smell of her cooking,

In each loop of letter. 

And I cooked today,

Stiring my love with her wisdom,

Into the food I made. 

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