the love of stew

she knows

my weakness.

i can smell

the pot

of stew

as i come home

from work, beat,

shaking

the snow off of me.

removing my boots.

the meat and potatoes,

the carrots

and onions filling

the house

with warmth

the bread.

a simple thing

it is

to show love.

by food, grateful

to be home,

grateful

to be fed.