Kitchen

Years my father nostalgic for my mother. She'd set the Shabbat table Guess the white cloth the flu vegetable land Let the fine flour, put the meat Put the tomatoes and garlic She could cook. It tasted feed came from us And so would put us as cookies Yu Yu Tonisaiot Sweet biscuits dipped in liquid dam Rosewater would add my grandmother if she had been allowed to But here in my mother would make the salads very thinly To unite us at the Shabbat table. I did not learn a foreign language parents My parents speak their language changes Request a sweet Polish father Tunisian mature mother And I did not learn of them a foreign language Only Hebrew sucked mother that it was not her mother tongue She spoke with her sisters in French Arabic Jewish and jargon that far. In the kitchen I did not learn a foreign language Only Hebrew