
In February 1987
before she passed, I asked her to narrate her recipes
and I would scribe.
To the day almost
these decades later, family is over and I cook her favorites
almost to a tee.
Our love
that winter dormant for so long returns
emerges as seedlings.
© Chagall 2014

beautiful …
Thank you, Geo. A somewhat non-traditional comment-form for you, no? I have grown accustomed to your poetic echoes. —Chagall 🙂
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Bravo. —CC