Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Thank you poem for Chris

Home Cooking

Barefoot in the kitchen,
madras shorts, wild curls,
science fiction book open
on the counter. NPR on radio,
fluffy scruffy dog under foot,
you teach your son, one,
who stands on blue stool.
You teach him to break egg.
stir batter, place dishes in sink.
He brings you garlic, olive oil,
grater, parsnips, chocolate chips.
You pound the chicken thin,
make two sauces, spicy, mild,
consider all tastes, feed family.
Great blessing, you home cooking.

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