“why are you so addicted to popcorn?”
because on Saturday evenings…
when I was small…
(too young to know of more exciting things…
like theaters and urban adventures)
there was a table that became an arena
where board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle hands…
a rarity…special treat
and grandma would pull out the battered soup pot
popping a whopping big bowl
it was never set in the middle of the table
no…it remained on the counter
a collection of Correlle bowls waiting
it was from those humble little vessels we were allowed to eat
set to the right hand side of each player
reserving the larger space…
for Scrabble tiles and cards
scent of butter and corn filling the room
seeping into the brief silences amidst chaos
an aroma that smelled of joy…
and laughter…
togetherness…
in a way I’ve yet to recapture
I’ve been trying ever since
every time I pop my own…
I’m back there…
in the smells and sounds…
of all that love
Fantastic piece. Nostalgic vibes that give the reader a sense of warmth and coziness. Something that is truly missed nowadays. Great write!
They were beautifully chaotic moments filled with love and the smell of fresh popcorn…on really special occasions we made banana splits too! Farm folk…these were cherished times. Thank you 😊
It’s good to have memories like that. Sometimes – when memories are triggered – you can’t help but be reminded of those carefree times when life was a little more magical and joyous.
On the farm it was always busy busy busy. These nights were like time capsules when everyone came together in love and joy…not for work. Thank you 😊
We can relate to this piece. There was a poetess on dup that was super at these type pieces also. We don’t remember her name only that she reminisce often on earlier happier times, kinda like Styxian. We like his pieces also.
I used to write this kind of memory-based poems all the time on DU. Styxian does a fantastic job at memory journeys. Thank you 😊