Happymemories. Poem by Nova saleh

Moments like this I get excited when I smell my mothers cooking wafting away from

the kitchen into my nostrils it is a familiar smell that brings me back to my childhood

where my brother, sister and I would race downstairs like sprinters running for the

fastest time the gorgeous smell of oozing cheese melting on pasta with red sauce

that painted my mouth with one spoon fall I'd lick the edges like window wipers and

scoop and twist the ropes of pasta around my fork and the satisfied feeling creeps up

and inflates my belly like a overemphasized balloon…such simple memories like theses are forever locked in a safe shaped as my heart thinking of this make's my lips stretch to the size of banana happy feelings of warm tasty memories can only make me smile and ponder…