Fried Green Tomatoes

Day 27

Fried Green Tomatoes

What is it about the taste

Of fried green tomatoes that

takes me back to my

Grandmas kitchen table?

Waiting there patiently for

Grandma to get done because

She won’t stop until the plate

Is piled high.

Finally she turns and puts

The plate on the table,

And we dig in.

That first taste that burns our

Tongues because we can’t wait

Is eye rolling good.

The only sound you hear

Is fork scraping the plate

And lips smacking with the

Sound of appreciation.

The pile has gone down

To only one or two left

On the plate,

And all is good because

Grandma smiles.

And that is all we need

We will remember the

Taste of Fried Green Tomatoes.

A Letter To My Love

Day 16

A Letter To My Love

My dearest husband,

How could you know

That so many years would go by.

And our love would still

Be fresh and new.

Like it was when we first met

I knew from our very first walk.

That we would grow old together

And look at us now.

Twenty-two years and counting

Our love is still alive.

I wish us many more happy

Years my love.

Only you can fill my heart

With such joy.

Till the end of time,

Your loving wife.