Cooked cornmeal,
Grandma’s spaghetti sauce,
Grated Romano and Parmesan,
Dumped in a heap on a breadboard,
At the “kids’ table.”
Eight kids in the round.
No plates.
Spoons in hand.
Grace.
Dig in!
Marie Elena
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Too bad we WEREN'T childhood friends. That sounds absolutely the best. I would've even brought my own spoon! Loving these memories.
ReplyDeleteWe would have squeezed you in, Walt. =)
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