A Taste of CubaA Poem by The Golden PenA zany poem I wrote for one of my poetry classes on Allpoetry.com http://allpoetry.com/poem/6598735
I used to watch my Mamma cook
When I was six or Seven She never followed a recipe book But boy could she cook anything Cuban! My Mamma rose at dawn each day And off to her stove she went. As She brewed una tasa de cafe Her kitchen wafted a heavenly scent; I only close my eyes as I remember The sweet smell of platanos maduro And I take flight to a day in December With the citrus smell of her Adobo. I swear that I can smell the aroma Of her spicy black frijoles Slowly simmering in her Big black Olla; And the succulent scent of her Tamales. She filled my pallate with gran sabor As she formed each croqueta; And as I watched her in her labor She'd let me have a taste of Cuba. Now I stand in my own kitchen As I hover over my own stove Trying to cook something sweet and Cuban Is it cinnamon, sugar, or clove? Oh, I now remember the ingredient... As I copy Mom's Arroz con leche. Yes! I have captured her exact scent! Now I'm cooking in my own Cafe; From Frijoles to Arroz con Pollo... Mamma taught me to cook a lo Criollo! Mary Aris© 2010 © 2010 The Golden Pen |
StatsAuthorThe Golden PenOxford, Oxfordshire, United KingdomAboutMy name is Mary Aris, A.K.A. The Golden Pen. I have published three poetry books, three children's fictions, one Gothic Novel and an Autobiography through Lulu.com. more..Writing
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