Here Mom <br />Throw your childhood stories in this wide bowl <br />Fill it up with your Haitian history <br />I know Grandma is not here anymore <br />But I can still taste her pineapple kisses tattooed on your cheeks <br />When I rub your face you laugh just like her <br />You add baking powder to elevate this family’s heart <br />With your legacy for many generations to appreciate <br />What you were all about <br />The pain and sorrow you encountered <br />Are now long forgotten but we can still mix a pinch of salt <br />As a reminder with cherry kisses <br />And mix lots of sugar in this bowl since Papa walked away <br />You never even bothered to say where <br />I don’t really care for the truth is… <br />Your love is plenty and thickens this dough <br />Filling up this bowl that you flavored with your mature essence <br />Creating for ourselves a rich and delicious upside down cake <br /> <br />1/2006FaceButter<br /><br />Face Butter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bowl-of-gathered-thoughts/
