Though my grandmother
has long passed
The memories of my time
at her home very much alive
Her apartment filled
with the aroma of fried potatoes
And chicken patties
frying on the stove
The table set with
gold embroidered plates
And filled with my other
favorite treats
I am tempted to pick
up the phone
And invite myself over
for dinner
Only to realize that
she is no longer here
My stomach begins to
growl
And I make my way to the
kitchen
Ready to recreate the
dinner in my own home
Written May 14, 2016
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