This is a poem that I wrote in June, 1996. I have entered it here, hoping that it will motivate me to write another poem.
I can remember the smell
Entering my Daddy's house
Pot roast
The delicious smell of pot roast
Simmering in the crock pot.
I see him
Lifting the cover
Taking in the aroma
Testing the carrots and onions
Cut with tired, arthritic hands.
Now he is gone
I wish for the smell of his pot roast
It's savoring taste
So tender it falls apart in your mouth
Once again to eat his pot roast...
Meredith Liggio
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1 comment:
Wow, mom. It's very good. Where did you write this down?
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