home on my dinner plate

the fresh scent of crisp parsley

crawls peacefully into my nose at sunset

mother is cooking

father is waiting

and i am absorbing.

i absorb the warmth of oven mittens

the water droplets that sunbathe atop cut lettuce

the elegance of clean cutlery –

food in our home is sacred,

we eat together so we can grow together

so that we can share stories of our culture

and heritage

and taste buds over time.

i lean on our meals,

of food and of narrative,

to relieve all forms of hunger.

and that is how i continuously fall in love,

day and night,

with the loving and virtuous home

that sits on my dinner plate.


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