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marinara

on a stool
in my Nona's
kitchen sitting
watching there was
no food channel
it wouldn't have
mattered she had
no television
she was our
Italian Julia
Child

on a stool
in my childhood
i would watch
my Nona cook
without words
without recipes
a pinch of this
and three
bay leaves
for the
trinity

as time passed
before Nona
passed she passed
a rooted plant to
my Mum which
grew and then 
before my Mum
passed she passed
some of the same
rooted plant to
me which

i planted now
walking in my
backyard smelling
the fresh scent of
Nona and Mum's
kitchen i cut
without
measurement
or recipe the needed
amount i know i need
oregano

Copyright © Jeff Connelly

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