After a dearth of joy
Warming tortillas in the cast iron skillet
I remember how he pronounced
“Tacos”
the “s” sibilant
“Taco, tacos” I imitate
and he is alive again
speaking with my mouth
smiling with my lips
A small miracle in my kitchen
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Love this! (And I learned a new word — thanks!)
Yay! This made me smile.
beautiful! thank you for sharing
Thank you!
Keeping memories alive is one purpose of writing…
Indeed. Resurrection with words.