Waking up to the smell of oil, onions and potatoes
Mom must be frying Latkes
She will fry 100 at a time
And slap your hand if you grab one that's raw
She will give many away
We will eat some for dinner
Waking up to the sounds coming from the kitchen
The sizzling of the pan is like music to my ears
Waking up to mom's voice telling my brother to go away
As he tries to grab a Latke
His laughter is loud following by his footsteps on the stairs
He slips me a little piece it's hot and crunchy
I eat it and go downstairs
I see mom in the kitchen frying Latkes
She looks tired
She smells of potatoes and oil
She wears an apron
She sips on her coffee that has grown cold
She smiles as she sneaks a small hot Latke
I pretend not to notice
The menorah is ready for tonight
Candles by its side
Mom's brisket cooking in her mother's roaster
The smells the sights the sounds
Nothing can compare to mom's kitchen on
Chanukah
Mother passed away on June 12th 2020. She was 85. She was the best mother and nana anyone could ever have. She made the holidays memorable.
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