Responding to the poem "Heritage"

From my family I've learned to care for traditions.
The smell in the kitchen when my mother
makes cakes for Christmas,
the same way her mother did.
My grandmother's recipes neatly written
on paper now yellow from age.

Gathering round a dinner table,
not only because we're hungry, but to care for family and friends.
My father used to tell stories from old times, remembering everything in detail.
He wanted us to listen and understand the way they lived.
I learned hospitality and an interest in history.

My grandfather stout and mild,
told me and my sister to eat everything on our dinner plate, leaving it almost clean.
We earned 50 cent that day and rushed out to buy candies.
I learned respect.

My father gave me a tool box when I left home.
A hammer and a screw driver can be useful when your miles away.
I learned independence and trust.

Written by Sissel