The smell wafts from the kitchen,
as two languages blend,
both of words filled with laughter,
erasing the shadows in my mind.
My little cousin runs by,
another chases after,
the clink of glasses,
amidst the din.
I stand against the log wall,
watching with a smile.
The house lights warm and cosy,
the fireplace well lit,
the storm outside seems perfect,
each snowflake drifting by.
I stand against my wall,
quietly observing.
I laugh at nothing in particular,
a private joke perhaps,
and wander to the kitchen,
the smell of food strengthens.
My aunt and Yia-Yia speak,
gentle sweet words,
like the smells upon the air,
the language is familiar, welcoming and soothing.
My Pappou walks by smiling,
at my cousins spread about,
the smell of Tiropitas fills the air,
my favorite holiday is here
Author notes
Yia-Yia=Greek word for grandmother
Pappou=Greek word for grandfather
Tiropitas=Greek holiday food
thanksgiving memory
A contest entry
- Children's Thanksgiving Memories Contest-13 & Under) by UnbreakableSoul.
1600 points, ended November 18, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Mary, this is such a wonderful poem, just exquistly done.
I really enjoyed this so much.
Thank you sweetheart for your entry and good luck to you!
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