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 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.