home cooked

what you wouldn't
do for
a home
cooked meal
by your mother's
hands.
to see her
sweating
at the stove,
laughing
in her blue
flowered dress,
her hair up,
shaking her
head
at everything
that's said.
yelling out
the window
that it's time
for dinner.
come in
and wash up.
it's on
the table,
her buttering
a plate
of white
bread.