Didn't start out that way but this turned out to be humor when I thought of our family's (especially mom's) penchant for ketchup on EVERYTHING. We really need to keep a sense of humor about life even if it needs some *ketchup on it every now and then. Our time together is too short.
* please substitute spice of choice here
Love you all
POEM:
Flavours
my mind is on full tilt
a leftover crammed refrigerator
rememberances stored in odd containers,
shapes and colors give clue to the keepsake inside
that I may rekindle a life-moment,
once again fill my senses
smell the aroma, feel the texture, taste the flavour
separate the spices on my palate,
a fine satisfaction deep inside.
Ah, what a meal
Pass the ketchup please!
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