Friday, April 17, 2009

The food in Portuguese

My sister-in-law Carol told me, when I gave her this, that no-one had ever written her a poem before. Well, it's high time...

The food in Portuguese

The words
Fast and light as finches
Leave her mouth

Her old language
Spoken very young

Missionary child
In Brazil
Herself exotic
Eyes like stars
Dark hair swinging

She speaks it now
Describing food


Familiar dishes
Unfamiliar names


The words living things
Light and bright as Brazilian sun
More song than speech


The food a festival,
A feast for ears, and eyes and tongues


Summer’s heat dancing on the table
When Carol in a Canadian winter
Serves the food in Portuguese