Just tall enough to see the stove top
I watch my mother fry baloney in a cast iron pan.
Staticky pops and sizzles fill the kitchen
alongside the primitive aroma of meat in fire.
Jittery with hunger and excitement,
I ask Mom not to slit the slice
and giggle when the center puffs
like a little meat sombrero.
Nothing describes my childhood better
than a sandwich of fried baloney,
American cheese, yellow mustard
on Wonder bread given to me
by a loving mother.
Today’s Poetry Prompt: Describe a childhood memory using poetic language.
For today’s prompt, we have our first two-for-Tuesday prompt: write a happy poem and/or write a sad poem.

Very sweet, Bart. 😊 I love how you captured this moment.
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Thank you, Kirsten. Hope it brought back some pleasant memories for you too.
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You’re most welcome! It did, actually. Back in the day, I’d get fried cotto salami with mayo on bread. The center puff was there, too. 💕 Good times.
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Hurray! The center puff was highlight.
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I can smell it as I read it. Wonderful.
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Excellent. I was having trouble describing the odor more poetically since it’s been so long since I smelled it. If it made your mouth water, that’s good enough.
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Very much so. Sizzling, this one.
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And now, I want a fried bologna (baloney) sandwich!
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If you eat now, you’ll have crazy dreams. Wait for lunch tomorrow and make sure Jernee gets a wee bit of boloney.
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Haha. I never eat this late, but your poem made me want one. I have not had one in years. 😆🤣😂
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Mommy is such a treasure though. This melted my heart. Sweetly written!
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Thank you very much Haze! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Mine’s a bacon butty – white bread (which I don’t eat now) – bacon (which I don’t eat now) fried to a crisp – butter (which I don’t eat now) – and tomato ketchup which HURRAH! I still eat.
And the vital ingredient – my Mum making it for me.
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Enjoy the ketchup!
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Sweet memories.
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Thanks, CB!
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I remember those snacks!
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Pleasant memories, I hope.
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Yes, I remember those days!
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Idyllic childhood.
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That’s a sweet memory well told.
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Thank you, Professor! It’s more savory than sweet to my tongue but I get your meaning.
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You’re absolutely correct. Savory is the better word. I will pocket that away for next time.
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