• Naomi Head

Food as a Love Language

Originally published in October 2020 by Paradise Palms



Visiting home,

my mother and I not speaking, liberally peppered emotional disruptions

Things are changing –

she calls me.

Hard to explain

food as a love language –

Eating is no different

to breathing

Eat to survive.

Food is joy,

a symbol of affection

Food means things

share this meal

be nourished.

Our fridge packed, our table groaning,

she messages about things we eat together

Birthday card reads –

BIG STEAK.

My mother loved with food I sat in my kitchen

my mother breaking up chocolate

placing it in our mouths

baby birds she fed.

Life is tragic

she gave us all the sweetness


she could find.

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