I walked across the room;
there it was. The tantalizing
smell,
the mouth watering
look,

with its deep maroon color
and never
ending generosity

to


me,

there it was. I cherished the way I heard it bubble,
the bubbles that took forever to pop.
This was it, it was time Mom let it descend
into the bowl.


She


slid
it toward me.

I twirled my fork in this Italian work of art.
I opened my mouth there it was the flavor it was like nothing
I'd ever had,
yet this had happened so many times
before.

Over and over I went through with this
mouthwatering experience.
Slowly but surely it was gone
I was full
looking at the bowl that once secured its flavor.

I will wait for the time
when spaghetti and I meet again!