Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Oh, No.

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Now that the unwanted sauce has tainted your pasta,
let's follow that flaw further: the air you breathe? --
the kitchen's adrift in fumes of tomato, onion, garlic,
drenched in rosemary, oregano, basil, bay, thyme...

And when you kiss me goodnight,
& smell my breath rank with the tang of asiago,
my long cheek may seem the indifferent difficulty of life,
O my sad child.

Ellen Kartchner Gregory has had poems appear in Segullah, the Wasatch Journal, and BYU Studies. She gardens, hikes, and cooks good food with her husband and five children in southeastern Idaho.

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I have one of these. I totally get that. Thanks for the sweet moment captured.
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