Saturday, October 8, 2011

Grandma

She used to separate each bean
Before the final stew.
Each eroded bean
down the trash shoot.

Hours of soaking
No marinade.
Care and preciseness
of each onion peeled.

Body parts of cattle
Pig, Cow and leaf
Mixed inside the dish
Tasting so unique.

Mimicking the recipe,
conjuring your energy,
Still always trying
to keep you in here.

Years have passed
nothing's changed
Tradition has felt
more different than the same.

You are gone
But everything's left.
Memories of a life
Still beating within.

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