The prompt for today’s poem was “child.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The magic chef
Sweet Julia, your grand gestures, generous
frame, and ready wit supplied all the diversion
necessary to cover your sleight
of hand: how you poured your secret
heartache into every dish you prepared, each recipe
you tested and perfected, feeding by proxy
whole generations of families you could never
otherwise call your own.