Taco day.

Mom stood over the stove top,
Wreathed in spicy steam.
I rinsed tomatoes for Dad to chop
We were a perfect team.
The table would run out of surface
We'd pile on so many things
Avacado, tomatoes, sour cream, lettuce
All kinds of crazy toppings!
We'd laugh as we built our tacos
And spilt them on our plates,
How to eat them nobody knows
Yet they're a dish not one of us hates.


For Loren.