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First Apartment
When I come into the house,
I seee the kitchen table and the sofas,
Not as worn out as the ones at home.
I see the windows and the bed.
This place is not the same as in *Tbilisi.
This place doesn't seem as dead.
Then I open the refrigerator
That my uncle, who came to the States
Before me, had filled.
With cakes and cookies,
Hot dogs, burgers, and pizza,
Foods I've never seen.
There is this dessert,
With chocolate on the outside
And crispy cookie on the inside;
It's my favorite.
There's enough in the refrigerator
To feed my family for a year,
I think.
And then I remember home,
Where all we had was bread and cheese.
Now I see dinners and sweets,
Meat, poultry and cake.
I look at the food,
And appreciate every bite of it,
Even before it enters my mouth.
*Tbilisi is the capital of Georgia. A country under Russia formaly part of the USSR, the country of my birth
