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