Where I Come From

 

Piano ivory keys contrasting against slender sharps and flats

The dark stained wooden bed frame worn to a honey golden

 

The peach blossom pearly blushed the scent traveling in the breeze

Long looming limbs of the pear tree never concealing a ripe green pear

 

Rosemary roasted chicken emerging from the scorched clay pot

Cinnamon wafting from my rice porridge bowl

 

The gentle pitter patter of my dog’s charcoal colored claws on the wooden floors

“What is the worst thing that could happen?”  -Grandma

 

Grandma’s russet red lips arched in a perpetual “U” set against her alabaster porcelain skin

 

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