Ida Poem by Margaret Ann Newcomb

Ida

Rating: 5.0


I smell my Grandma's kitchen
tortillas floating in the air
empanadas in my hair
the oven is hot and I am small,
and the waiting is so big.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Jackson 27 May 2007

Another fine poem evoking memories of time well spent with family. I love the tortillas, empanadas, and childlike anticipation.

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