Saturday, September 15, 2012

Pumpkin Pie

Pure autumn color bursts
under snow-white whipped cream.
Memories of Mama and family and noisy
people gathered to eat and laugh and casually
kindle the ties that bind
intensify as the aroma of sweet savory
nutmeg crowds the kitchen and my beloved
parents' house becomes a home again -
in spite of the year's long
emptiness.



Boston Literary Magazine - Fall 2012

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