This is a true experience – I left the kitchen to fetch some pickles and came back to a house that smelled just like my grandmother’s. I mentioned it to mom and I thought it was the fried onions and potatoes that were always served. We tend to think of burgers as huge but I remember a small burger on a small plate and now I wonder.
As I got down my dinner plate
As I grabbed a jar of gherkins
I realized that my kitchen had
an overwhelming memory
the smell of afterschool dinner
at gram’s house – impromptu serving
a tiny burger, fried onions,
potatoes, pickles, tea with milk
Did I eat half her own dinner?
She didn’t sit down to eat then
Maybe later, her cup of tea
poured from the old pot, reheated
So she fed all her nine children
this abundant feast of love
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