It’s why I came here.
a meatloaf and mashed potatoes;
green beans, dripping butter.
More than you expect.
Amid lavished plaster and vinyl Mediterranean décor
Muraled Thermopylae shores calling
Reminding us of distant locations,
For which there’s no reference.
Warmed ceramic presentation of home;
all it should be.
The thick, meaty aroma,
comforting as a kiss on the head,
that says “good boy”
and “mommy loves you”.
I wonder if she ever made meatloaf?