Halvah

I may have spelt it wrong

But the taste is a cherished childhood memory.

My father coming home

With a block of crumbly paste.

I am reminded of it

When our next door neighbours

Gift us dates filled with a paste

That was delicious and familiar.

I like the fact that exchanging food

Is a good tradition to have inherited.

I will always respect others

And I’m glad to learn about their ways.

Thank you father

For encouraging me to try new things.