The aroma did not fill the room
as I opened the box.
It was cold
and odourless
yet
melted in the mouth.
In the hundredth part of a second
I could see her
grating the carrots
for hours
thickening the milk
for hours
compounding them
for hours
To make it reach me
the way it
melted in the mouth.
And my heart
melted in the eyes.