Maybe
Saturday, February 7th, 2009
I stepped
Foot by foot
Into the calm
Waters of the
Black Sea
in my
Fathers homeland.
My father as a kid
Must have swam
Here and maybe even
In this exact spot.
Then came the
Tasty aromas
of perushkey
Filled with mouth-watering
Fruits, and
Custard,
Maybe he
Tasted
These same
Tasty delights.
Then, slowly
One by one
Adults and children
Of all ages would
Try to sell you
Their prized, homemade
Exquisites.
Maybe
Even my father
Had both
Smelled,
Seen,
And
Tasted
What I had.
Maybe
*Perushkey is a Russian food made up of an outer shell of soft baked bread and stuffing for the filling.