At Glover Gardens, food is how I show love. This poem, inspired by a dVerse prompt, honors my mom, the joy of cooking for others, and the shared language of abundance that brings people together around the table.

Poetry and prose have helped me process the shocking, gut-wrenching loss of a precious, unique, complicated person: my brother.

Heart-felt culinary love prose in response to the dVerse Poets Pub prompt. Food is my love language… what’s yours?