Good Food

A Middle Eastern woman with her daughter-in-lawMomma cooked today

we sat down and ate

we talked and laughed – just us two

now, don’t get me wrong, Momma is a good cook

but what keeps me going home is not tasty dishes

I could find that elsewhere

shoot, I can burn myself

but the love in Momma’s home is like no other

here is where I was raised – my brothers and I

we grew up, laughed, played, and learned

here my father lived and here he died

here is where I can smell a dish and in comes a memory

I can see a picture and tears burn my eyes

courage is here

love is here

good food is here

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