The Father-Son Bond

Father bought me a shirt
Said it would suit me
Washed and ironed it for me
Made me wear it on my birthday
Asked me to pose for a photo
And then a shaky selfie
Chided me to smile wider
Held the phone a little steadier
Captured his cherished moment
Sent it to all his friends,
Declaring I made him proud.

Voiceless, I made him proud.

An unforgettable meal

Whisk, whisk, whisk, away —

butter, cheese, flour, and whey

white saucy pasta on the way.

 

Inhale salivating scent from afar

and devour – the vegan’s nightmare.