the aroma wafts towards my nose,
I think of the hands
that lovingly prepared
those hand-cut
potatoes, thick slices
piled high in the cast iron
cooked to crispy perfection
as my teeth sink in,
ahhh, yummy
grandma’s fried potatoes!
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the aroma wafts towards my nose,
I think of the hands
that lovingly prepared
those hand-cut
potatoes, thick slices
piled high in the cast iron
cooked to crispy perfection
as my teeth sink in,
ahhh, yummy
grandma’s fried potatoes!