Fragrant Food
A smell like lunches cooked by Gran -
oh, boy, my mouth will water still -
the veggies boiling in the pan
and roasted beef - I'd eat my fill,
and marvel at her skill.
Dessert was always clotted cream
on heaps of fruit she'd stewed;
It's wafting now...alas, but only in my dream,
recalling Gran's fantastic food,
and how she cooked for all the brood.
For Sara's 'Scent' contest
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