The Taste of Memory
written by: Dawn Minott
This piece of mint upon my tongue,
Cool and sharp, a memory clung.
Refreshing tea from pot flow like song
A feeling I had forgotten for far too long
Steam curls upward, time bends in its sway,
Suddenly I’m taken back to Montego Bay.
Rain ra-ta-tat on grandma’s kitchen zinc roof
Her voice is a calm to thunder—a lullaby my living truth.
“Endure the storm, my child, you’ll find your way—
After the darkest nights, there’ll come brighter days.”
While the fragrance of mint floats effortlessly,
A healing balm for all that ails me.
Now, in this city—a jungle of concrete
Where busyness masks life in a blanket of conceit
The mint revives me—channeling memories of choice,
Like grandma’s kitchen and her soothing voice.
And when the world around feels heavy, unkind,
That taste of mint reminds me what I must find:
Strength that lingers, roots that last,
A living hope connecting future and past.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – The Taste of Memory
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