PHOTO BY GREG DUPREE
I.
Momma slices the bananas thin,
boils the vanilla pudding
with freshly manicured hands,
but it is my job to decorate
the dish with Nilla wafers,
coordinate a synchronized swim
through whipped waves,
love in laps around the brim.
Banana Pudding,
after months apart,
custard simmering.
My sisters and I
faces pressed to glass windows
like the sweet wafers
waiting for warmth
and good-feeling.
II.
Banana Pudding,
Southern gentlemen
with layers of honor,
Dad turns the doorknob open,
kisses each of us
in order of descent.
His stories of far away lands,
spoonfuls of gooey goodness.
Banana Pudding,
the oven’s warming,
prelude to giggles and grins.
Nobody argues over banana pudding
at our family reunion.
©2023 | K. Hartless
GloPoWriMo#29 Now, write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.
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