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
Portuguese
Her old language
Spoken very young
Missionary child
In Brazil
Herself exotic
Eyes like stars
Dark hair swinging
She speaks it now
Describing food
Maracuja
Familiar dishes
Unfamiliar names
Churrescaria
The words living things
Light and bright as Brazilian sun
More song than speech
Jabuticaba
The food a festival,
A feast for ears, and eyes and tongues
Feijoada
Summer’s heat dancing on the table
When Carol in a Canadian winter
Serves the food in Portuguese
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