My Nagymama’s Kitchen

warm vanilla beckons me             exhausted, its guiding, leading. 

  showing the way to the comfort of warm tejbegríz covered in chocolate,  

like hot kakaós csiga even better with  the coldest glass of milk, so hot it melts  

my heart, while it’s at it the chocolate covered cottage cheese whose alliteration  

scares most, but hey, more for me as I sneak past the frosted glass, wearing  

my magic cloak sneaking that extra bite, one I’ll soon miss,  

especially when home is where the heart is  

mine melted in my Nagymama’s 

kitchen years  

ago



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