Afternoon Snack

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.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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