Recipe

Is it coriander, cumin or cardamom?
Maybe all three?
My mind escapes me,
immersed in a pot of childhood memory.

Nostalgia simmers on low.
My mothers’ handiwork dances on my tongue.
I rush to call her,
she answers before the phone has rung.

And I come to realize --

Maybe she missed a spice here,
or left out a step by choice.
Because whenever I need a recipe,
she’ll have an excuse to hear my voice.