An Ode to Stuffed Grape Vine Leaves
Relegated to a feeding tube
Flavourless and bland
My thoughts drift to my mother's food
Made by her Armenian hands
Rice, meat and spices enveloped in green grape vine leaves
Resembling small cigars
Evoking distant memories
Of an upbringing from afar
Pungent acid of grape vine leaves break through to the warm inside
Of a little parcel wrapped with love
From a mother who built her life
On the world's other side
Delicious memories of those stuffed grape vine leaves
Help make the barrenness of an insipid feeding tube
Bearable.
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Monica welcome to the group. I love the images and as I said in group, my husband’s family came here from Lebanon, and I did enjoy the stuffed grape leaves and stuffed cabbage!