Sauce - by J. Hillard
Sauce.
Red velvety tomato sauce.
Nana stands over the stove and stirs.
I stand on a stool and watch every move,
Inhaling the delicious aroma.
I hear meatballs sizzling in a nearby pot.
Mmmm, the garlic’s scent is invading my nose.
Soon they will meet the sauce on my plate.
Nana smiles down at me, knowing what I want.
A taste, just a tease before her meal is done.
She ladles sauce into a tiny bowl.
I reach for Aunt Martha’s homemade bread to use as my spoon.
A match made in heaven.
Sauce.
Red velvety tomato sauce.
Nana’s sauce.
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