A smile with flames

Smoke clouds swirling like milky winds

In a room that brings life in a home

Painting smoky butterflies; flying over walls so mud

In a hut my grandmother’s kitchen stands

With old fashioned designs it brings wonders

With three meals; a new day comes along

In the village, I can still remember her

Drawing in the firewood, blowing out her lungs,

Just to give the dying fire, a kiss of life

With savannah scorching heat to get delicacies ready

Yummy food making worth of the family meal

Sweetness flecking over my tongue

Bringing joy to my taste buds

Away from my mother’s; only a few can afford
With electric cooking stones designed inside the house

On marbled benches; She cooks with love like their beauty

With every angle, meant to work food magic

Cool in the fridge; there lies sweet winter

Nature stone frozen; we enjoy ice cold drinks
Tap water running fast; as close as we lived by the stream

Washing away left overs, to sink like wrecking ships

Praising the fire to see it give  a smile with flames

Quietly praying they hold onto grand mother's breathe

My mothers' world depends on a smile of flames