A poem

A Child’s Scrumptious Love

It Tells of Both Expectation and Frustration

It is always hard
so so hard
to tell of the imprints left on my heart
by the lovely things I once laid my eyes on
and experienced the very first taste of love

What words should I use to describe
the heart and mind of an innocent child
who was born into a humble household
and could only imagine the world out there

My heart and my mind
were once as blank as they can be
waiting to be conquered
by the laughs and tears of life

I would not have known
of such a buttery sensation
had I not let my eyes be my brain for a brief moment
and shoved one of these down my belly

They came from a foreign country
Danish cookies gifted by my non-Danish aunt
Not knowing where Denmark was
a tint of shame struck, but it melted away as I ate some more

It then crossed my simple mind
that foreign people somehow had a taste like mine
The sugary, buttery, delicious ride
tells of what people across the globe can share

For once or twice a year
my aunt might or might not bring them over
The taste of love could hurt a child’s heart
when it could not be fully satisfied

Love was a tricky feeling
Every bite that I took could be the last
this unease subtly troubled me
As a child, battling it was not easy

Little did I know
the feeling of missing the cookies
had marked a milestone in my growth-
Love could be both expectation and frustration

A tasty episode of my childhood
The plain and the swirl,
the round, the pretzel, and the rectangle
they continue to reveal the scrumptious side of life
With gratitude, I share this treasure with my girl
and hope that buttery memory would spice up her days
one bite at a time

Originally published at https://vocal.media.