Today we learn
a cure for homesickness
we jar like honey
and a dessert
to sweeten loneliness
a bitter zest only palatable
after rounded by time
I will shape a magic
of butter and flour under my hands
and whispering
simply one name
conjure happiness
that others
will simply name biscuits
not understanding
the taste of tears under their tongues
strangely salty
but sweet.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Kind of makes me wonder about this one name, and what the tears stem from.
I would guess MOM is the word and the love and tears behind it. At least that is how this speaks to me. Beautiful Susan, as always.
Thanks, guys. the inspiration was a mundane as can be–take it where you will!
I would agree with you SB – I’m just occasionally too thick to see what’s right there (call me part of that odd species called male). And yes Susan, if I didn’t say it before, beautiful. I’m sure others have said it, but you’ve been sorely missed around here.
absofrigginlutely
Aw, shucks.
Love kitchen magic! And seeing magic in the mundane.
Thanks!
Lovely. I would like to believe there is a cure for home sickness.
Oh, me too. Believe it or not, the inspiration was from an old episode of top chef 😉
The chefs had to create a meal that started with a cure for homesickness and ended with a dessert to mend a broken heart. Poetry.
What a lovely idea. 🙂
liked this one alot, Susan. Happy to see you writing again!