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Cod cakes, handmade

with her hands

butter, egg, potato

and cod, in wooden boxes

salted and saved

for our dinner

a memory of those meals

long ago in my past

echoed through today

as another cook, another mother

prepared comfort food

in her kitchen

different food, but the same smell

of the hot grease,

the cooked breadcrumbs

hanging heavy in the summer air

leftover scent memories

rekindled so easily

with cooking



August 1, 2006 21:04

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