A home-cooked meal for the soul
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1 min readSep 2, 2020
A poem
Today I made cabbage stew and it made me cry
It tasted like the one my mother used to make even though she never taught me how
Maybe there is a part of her in me that doesn’t need to be taught
It just comes out for surprise even though she is long gone
It sounds silly, I know it does
But lie to me and tell me this is true
just like the image of her smile my sorrow drew
