My mom died nineteen years ago today. I wrote this as part of a final project last semester, and today seems like a good day to share it.

Mom

There is a symphony of smells
that reminds me of you
and the way you would cook
for the masses.
Your door was always open, and
your fridge was always full.
But your heart was even more full –
full of love,
encouragement,
kindness –
full of things that truly nourish.