Fried Love & Traditions
The Dankit
Saturday morning hit
Hit the school bells, please. I want to split
Split the air and hurry home
Home where Mama’s prepared lunch
Lunch is almost swallowed whole
Whole days we have waited for this time
Time to visit our grandparents
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We pack our things and race to go
Go from the city to the country side
Side-eyeing my sister who wants the window seat
Seated in the middle, I still enjoy the road
Road of asphalt running along the Caribbean Sea
Sea, with iodine in the warm air
Air of tropical peace; we’re almost there
*
There!
*
Mommy has parked the car and now time is slowing down
Everything has shifted within us, children
Our excitement is so high we seem to have calmed down
It is serious business for me and my brethren
*
Like komodo dragons we taste the smells with our tongues
Squinting as we analyze the aromas in the air
We are looking for particular particles to fill our lungs
Grandma has not forgotten us, she would not dare
*
Suddenly, a whiff of something frying
Hurray, she is making dankits!
We get out of the car, running!
We barely say hello and pounce on our feast
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This centuries old fried dough with codfish
Is a symbol of love from our grandmother
So simple yet delicious from start to finish
Sometimes, on Saturdays, I savor one in honor of her.
About the Creator
Lily Séjor
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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Comments (10)
Ah, the Caribbean shores, nothing like it. Tropical splendor to savor like no other. Congrats.
Memories of childhood and grandparents. These really look good.
Ah, the joy of comfort foods. Congrats on top story!
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Nice carry on
Glorious!
wonderful
A wonderful tribute! As D.K. pointed out, the break in form suits the action of the story well. That's a device I might not enjoy in a different poem, but it's perfect for this one! Nicely done, Lily!
Well I’ve heard of this for the first time
Great use of imagery! Loved the form in the first two stanzas, and the switch midway made for an effective pace change. Excellent tribute to your Grandma!