We Are Swedes

I was texting with a friend of mine.

We were chatting about what to make for dinner.

She inspired me to write this.

You love pasta,

you should be Italian.

I love potatoes,

I should be Irish.

Instead, we are Swedes,

with our white walls,

and bleached woods

stenciled with blues, reds, and yellows,

lingonberries,

and pickled herring,

pea soup, and pancakes,

and our Christmases

with high expectations

and dutiful traditions

and the smörgåsbord of foods.

By: Paula Dean Nevison