A Taste of Home

gray0328

 

Sara in the kitchen, hands moving gently,  

creating dishes from memories, rooted deep,  

in the soil of her past, German and warm,  

celebrating a holiday, with flavors true.  

 

The steam rises, carrying stories untold,  

of love and loss, of joy and quiet tears,  

as each bite connects, the heart to home,  

binding together, the now and then.  

 

Her dishes speak, in a language so pure,  

of traditions passed, from hand to hand,  

bringing the past, to the present’s light,  

with every taste, she whispers home.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2024 11:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Interesting and unusual it smells like home. Nicely said

  • Cassie58

    Beautiful poem. Your words reminded me of my Nan and the recipes she passed down to younger generations. Lovely work.

  • Tony36

    Beautiful



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