Nano cooks the spices and the herbs
and makes the apartment smell a new set of aromas
she holds back her tears and works even though she's hurting
The seams of her stomach split open
so they had to sew it back together,
yet she still stands in the kitchen
and mixes wonderful flavors
That day that grandfather flew away
and was transferred to another place
Nano was shaking and breaking
tears falling on her homemade skirt,
our words of comfort did no good
Her eyes had hope
saying, maybe this is all a dream
maybe I'm going to wake up
but she never did
But the next day,
you could still find her
in the kitchen stirring the pot
with her favorite utensils
