Visiting Relatives

My eldest cousin saves Massa Suvada for me and my mother.

Even when we cannot make it to Thanksgiving.

She will let us come

And visit and pick up leftovers

And inquire about 2 jugs of wine from the grape arbor this summer.

Perfect grapes, 

My uncle would be proud.

And she will serve us soup,

Like her mother made,

And her mother,

And the lemon,

Never quite enough 

Until it is the perfect amount

The lemon reminds us of 

All the meals we cannot remember.