Julia’s Child
i remember her voice
marbles and new words
from france
watching her
every move
how she flipped
and folded her omelette
butter and sugar
flour and cream
brie, blue and cheese dreams
crepes and frois gras
pate and baguettes
hollandaise, bechamel and poivre
hot copper pans
stainless steel cups
whisks and measuring spoons
cooking for my family
watching their faces
and smiles
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4 comments:
that is a wonderful poem, I want to have a cligrapher write it out and have it framed in my kitchen!
Yumm!
that's the real inspiring and thoughtful paragraph .loved it....
I loved her too Joseph. This is a wonderful poem Thank u for sharing it makes me smile.
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