The found poem

Eating TogetherBy Li-Young Lee

In the steamer is the trout   

seasoned with slivers of ginger,

two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.   

We shall eat it with rice for lunch,   

brothers, sister, my mother who will   

taste the sweetest meat of the head,   

holding it between her fingers   

deftly, the way my father did   

weeks ago. Then he lay down   

to sleep like a snow-covered road   

winding through pines older than him,   

without any travelers, and lonely for no one.

I chose this poem because of it's simplicity and it's calm way of telling itself. It's comforting feeling, just making food and enjoying one another's company at the table is a very traditional thought. That kind of tradition is a relaxing thought isn't it? I like it because it's easy to visualize the food being made step by step, and then enjoying it with family. After which laying down for a nap, and then drifting off into sleep.  I feel very at ease with this poem.