february fares - i love you

a few mouthfuls

my protest of “no time already” definitely fell on deaf ears as i was ready to fly out of the door. my granny says it's just a few mouthfuls. ah... the waft from the kitchen.. my resolute dissipated as I saw the stuff. surely the earthly race against time can stall for heavenly moments.

i took the plate from my granny and put a few strands into my mouth. they slid down, effortlessly. smooth and savoury. the sweet juice of the pork bits glossed my lips which i licked away with relish. the smile in my granny’s heart : the other heavenly moment.