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A poem on food and its relationship to happiness

i am an empanada!

carefully sculpted

under the crafty hands of a mother

under the gentle eyes of a father

under the heavy chatter

and heavy, hearty laughter of familiars

what a sight to behold, what a haven to rejoice at!

to be protected under the lights and sturdy walls

of a home.

i sit in the scalding hot oven

and expand.

with, contrary to popular belief, not air

but love

and utter child-like delight.

for i am a warm embrace, i am Your joy

i am Your comfort.

i am all that is good

in a world filled with sorrow

in a world

that has

so cruelly

robbed You.

i am a quick-escape; a sanctuary; a haven;

i am Your home.

to be shared, to elate

for at least one second.

for at least one second,

You shalt not shed a tear,

for everything is okay.