Just three split peas..

 Just three split peas,

But oh the memories that wash over me at the sight!

Just three split peas mistakenly slipped among the lentils, 

but they invoke memories of when it was just five in our tribe,

When the budget was slim but love was fat,

When mama made us soup with the random pound of peas, and it quickly became my favorite. It’s funny now to think how times have changed, the family is grown, and love has blossomed, but still I will always look back fondly when we were five and pease were on the menu. 🥹❤️