Whenever I see lamb's ear
I think of the magic garden
of my godmother
An eden in Houston Texas
full of flowers bright
smells sweet
and touches soft
My mother cultivated gardens too
but her eden could not be found
in flowers and plants
but in the warmth of her kitchen
In breads and pastas
steaks and potatoes
birthday cakes and cookies
my momma cultivated
our love
And every time she brought it
to the table
we smelled it
possessed it
and consumed it
Every night ended
with six bellies and hearts
full of goodness
and full of love
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