Yearning for a Taste

Written by: Carolyn Devonshire

As a child I hovered near the oven as turkey aroma spread through our home. Mom knew by a craving I was driven, and from this spot her youngest would not roam. Mom giggled heartily; she knew the drill. Liver was nearly done, brother still in bed. A battle brewed with hunger pangs to kill, so Mom ensured the liver I was fed.
*Entry for Sara’s “A Pleasant Childhood Memory” contest