Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
Last week, Imperfect Foods delivered a purple cabbage. Today my husband and I did our monthly shopping at Costco. When we saw the Pecorino Romano and the chicken, we knew what dinner would be tonight. My husband loves making this dish.
Pray for miracles but plant cabbage. ~Ken Follett
Every morning the grandmothers pray
that dinner for
the family will be savory. It’s the tiny miracles
of daily kitchen puttering that drives them. But
first, cuppas of doppio, then they plant
the first crops of potatoes and cabbage.
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
Here’s a peak into the panning page for this poem.