She stood at the steaming stove
with the pasta spoon in her hand,
ready to sink its black teeth into the
spaghetti.
We were starving for her
to lift those cooked threads with the sleek tool
and serve us the supper we waited all day for:
The spaghetti, the sauce, the hunger –
gone.
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Poem for Mother's Day
and for
Thursday Poets Rally
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love it,
spaghetti with meatballs,
one of the popular meals in America.
Happy Mother's Day to You, Amy!
Nicely done. Now I feel hungry.
nice. happy mothers day! my boys love cooking int eh kitchen with their mother...
that is such a sweet poem on mother :)
made me hungry too :)
So different than last week's poem-- I like your leap into simplicity-- nicely done!
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I love the image of sinking teeth in. I'm guessing you will get lots of comments from now-hungry people!
such a vivid and honest Mother's Day poem.
Happy Mother's Day.
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shakira
God I love meatballs.... now you made my mouth water!
-bryan
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/07/week-17-the-perfect-poet-award/
you win the perfect poet award, you are nominated by celebrating a year..
Ah, smelling the aroma of something cooking all day, just dying to sink your teeth into it and then the moment finally arrives. Now, it's my turn to do that to my kids!
Very nice. I love simple moments.
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/12/thursday-poets-rally-week-18-may-13-19-2010/
the perfect poet award week 17 reminder, please post a poem,
display the logo, nominate one poet for week 18 award.
Happy Wednesday!
Welcome to Rally week 18.
Let me know after you post!
many thanks.
I love spaghetti , and I love this poem, it's really original.well done mam.
my mom makes the best spaghetti (at least, for me... that's what i think) hehehehe.... i love spaghettis!!!!! your poem makes me hungry!!!!
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