snow lays reticent, a virgin blanket
covers nature like a gentle quilt
thick white breath journeys on
through dated chimney stones
black iron stove warms mama
making flour bread in iron skillet
tiny portions of salt pork, browns
smell of fresh coffee clings to walls
grits gurgle in pot, red-eye gravy
sizzles in sauté pan, a southern relish
To continue reading please go to MasticadoresUSA and if you enjoyed reading this poem I hope you will considering liking, subscribing and sharing. Happy weekend everyone and as always thank you for your support, friendship and love. Joni
Reminds me of home… Without the snow of course 🤗
Thank you Nigel for reading I truly appreciate it. There is nothing like a big southern breakfast with home made buttermilk biscuits. My aunt even cooked fish to go along with the eggs, bacon and red-eye gravy. When my mom cooked she put a lot of love in it. Have a blessed weekend my friend. Big hugs, Joni
You’re welcomed Joni. I enjoy your writing..all of it. So it’s not a chore to read and share. Have a blessed weekend as well my friend.
Thank you my friend. Again, my heart is touched. 🦋
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Amazingly beautiful! Joni, your words are powerful, spiritual and soul reaching. The work of a true artist. Love and blessings to you both! Have a jolly good weekend!
Thank you for all your gracious words Francis. That is quite a beautiful compliment and it touches my heart. My mom was such a wonderful cook and she always made sure that there was plenty of food for everyone. She made all her cakes, cookies and pastries from scratch, nothing store bought in her house. She showed much of her love to her family through her cooking. You two enjoy your day and many blessings to you both. Big hugs, Joni
You’re very welcome 🙏 Joni.
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Brilliant poetry, Joni. Honestly, I’m hungry just reading this (no kidding)! Such detail and so much love is apparent in this piece. Beautiful, skillful writing as always, my friend. Congratulations! 🙂
Thank you Mike, your words are so kind. I am such a fan of yours that this means a lot. It is almost hard to describe the kitchen when my mom was cooking. She would be baking and cooking a meal at the same time. She didn’t buy cakes and cinnamon rolls, everything was rising while she was cooking what we were about to eat. There were always pots cooking peas that were shelled the day before too. Thank you Mike I truly appreciate your reading and your comment. Hope your day is a blessed one. Big hugs and love, Joni
Your poem brings back many lovely memories – thank you, Joni. ❤️🙂
Oh I am so glad that it did. That makes my day knowing it brought some happy thoughts back to you. It is amazing how many times I read other people’s poems and find myself crying because of a happy memory revisited. Thank you again my friend for reading me and for commenting it means a lot. Blessings to you and your family. xoxoxo
My pleasure, always, Joni! ❤️🙂
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Oooooh Joni. Breakfast is ready. I can hear the sizzle in your words and smell the coffee. Happy Saturday. Allan
I am so glad that you enjoyed it Allan. Also glad you can smell the coffee that means I did my job as a poet. haha Being in a military family the coffee was always on at five. Thank you so much for reading my friend. I will have a good day and you do the same. Blessings to you two, Joni
Beautifully written, Joni. Straight from a hungry tummy to a full heart. 🙂
Thank you so much Terveen. What a sweet comment. My mom could out cook any southern cook when it came to breakfast except maybe my aunt. She was a nervous cook so we were not allowed to be in the kitchen and I would have loved to have learned how to replicate her dishes but I can’t even make flour bread which was wonderful. Yes, you could certainly eat this meal for dinner too. Thank you for reading and your sweet comment Terveen, have a blessed night and a great weekend. Sending great big hugs, Joni xoxoxo
Amazing, Joni! This touched my heart and pulled me so deep into the story that I’m hungry now. 🙂
Tim thank you so much your comment is the one a poet wants to hear the most. Being pulled in, and feeling hungry means I did my job. You can’t really find her kind of cooking too many places. Thank you dear friend. Love, hugs, and blessings 🦋🌹🙏
Hugely mad about this! You are the essence of effortless eloquence. Brava, Joni! Big hugs! 💫
Oh my dear friend you are so truly kind and compassionate and let’s not forget talented. I thank you with utter sincerity for this gorgeous comment. 🌹🦋❤️
Always a pleasure, dear Joni!! ❣️
Thank you again my friend. I so appreciate your feedback. Are you writing for any of the three english sites or perhaps another one? If not I wonder why you have not submitted one of your pieces. I believe both MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA are open for submissions. It would be nice to read you at one of these sites. There is also MasticadoresRomania. All these editors are so kind. Blessings my friend. Have an amazing week, Joni
These are all things to think about, Joni. I find lately I am very busy, often spreading myself a bit too thin. Let’s see how things work out. Thank you for thinking of me, my dear friend. ❤️
I understand truly. I should not be on all three social media. I am also writing too. Please let me know if your situation changes. Big hugs and love, Joni 🌹
Lovely poem Joni, brings back memories of grandparents farm. ❤️
Thank you so much, Holly, for reading and responding. Those old memories are precious, and same here. Have a blessed weekend! ❤️🙏❤️🙏
Congratulations, Joni. Wonderful poem. I love that old photo.
Thank you, Tim. I also like the photo. Things were so much simpler in those times. I really appreciate you reading this, hope you two have a wonderful weekend! 🤗❤️🙏
It smells and feels a comfort home. Beautifully crafted to draw the reader into Mama’s cosy kitchen.
Thank you so much dear Cassa. I am so glad it felt that way, I was certainly going for that. Blessings my friend. Big hugs and love, Joni
I love the imagery in this poem, Joni!
I am so glad to hear that Dawn, thank you so much my friend for this kind comment. Have a blessed week. Hugs, Joni
What a beautiful picture you paint, Joni. I can almost smell the coffee. With love, A. <3 <3 <3
Thank you dearest Anna. I truly appreciate your kindness. I am glad you enjoyed this piece. I don’t know what would put my mom in the mood to cook but she was often sober and would cook the most wonderful things for the family. She was an amazing cook. You and your family are in my prayers and I have certainly thanked Our Great Lord for the wonderful miracle too. Big hugs and lots of love my friend!
Beautiful imagery, Joni!
Susi, how sweet of you to read my work here and I appreciate your comment. Thank you. PS send you an email – big hugs, Joni
My pleasure, Joni! You’re welcome. Yes, I will probably get to it tomorrow. It’s been a long day today! 🙂
I certainly understand about the long days. Blessings to you and thank you again Susi. 🌹🦋
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