NaPoWriMo – Day 6 ~ Food

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo is to write a poem about food.

Mangia, mangia pap-pap always used to say

The smell of garlic and olive oil hitting me at the door

Aromas that made me believe that heaven is real

Have some more of my spaghetti, it’s all from scratch you know

Grab a hunk of that bread too, I got it fresh from DiCarlo’s this morning

Don’t forget the olives and prosciutto kid-and butter that bread good

Take a little sip of my wine but don’t tell your mom, she’ll kill me

Come on, grab another plate full-I made too much

What do you mean you’re full?

That crow outside eats more than you

Mary check her forehead-is she fevered?

Good girl, take just a little more

Save room for dessert, I made pizzelles too

Just your average Sunday at an Italian dinner table

Where the laughter and love were even warmer than the linguini

A place where tummies and hearts come away equally sated


6 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo – Day 6 ~ Food

  1. PIZZELLES!!!!!!!!!!!! My grandmother used to make them all the time but she was of the generation where she knew exactly how much of each ingredient to use but never measured. How do you pronounce it? My family settled in NY and pronounced it ‘pit-sells’, but I have heard people in Boston say, ‘Piz-ah-lay’.

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