Fed me well.
I grew up on the stuff,
It taught my tongue
How good food tastes
Gave my belly an appreciation
For wholeness
And sustained me in my youth.
So much of what I am today
Is only possible because of it.
Coming home is more than seeing
Familiar places
And missing old faces
Or re-living memories
But a conscious remembrance
Of the goodness of home
That’s so easily taken for granted.