I was pondering about
what to make for
dinner
I can’t quite get
over, not yet,
what it was like
to have a mother
who made me
dinner so I
didn’t have to
have these thoughts
Can you even
imagine, now
coming home to
find dinner conjuring
scents under foggy
glass lids?
And the mystery:
what is it, though?
Guesses made by
vague scents – onion,
rosemary – and
side dishes –
garlic bread?
fog up the windows 