I remember sitting on front steps Waiting for Sunday dinner. Food smells Drifting from open windows mingled With other food smells from Other dinners cooked by other Mommas after church. They traveled up the bayou On a Cajun breeze that made my Mouth water and fueled my eight-year-old hunger. My momma was making gumbo but down The bayou somebody else's momma Was making jambalaya. I took a good Long sniff and wanted to be wherever that Somebody was. But then Momma said The gumbo was ready and I forgot about Being somewhere else. 'Hungry' could do that. Funny how I never wondered then If there was somebody else sniffing Momma's gumbo and wishing they were me.
You just made me HONGRY for some gumBO!! YUMMERS!!! I LUV gumbo!! Love Cajun food PERIOD!! (And Cajun music....*grins*) Very nice write, a nice treat for the ol' tastebuds!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *stomach growling too!* LOL
How wonderful to recall smells (not odors) precious to us... food, or whatever. Food smells are best, and you surely brought back hungry ones for me; baking sweet potatoes, sweet potato pies, real fresh vegetable soup (like gumbo), and best of all for me, biscuits almost ready to eat... with butter and peach preserves. See what you've don? You've made me hungry enough to eat... again! Good writing here, too. - Bill
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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lovely write,
stan
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *stomach growling too!* LOL