I am in my mother’s room. It was the kitchen. Here she was the boss. The pots and pans were hers, the dishes, all the ingredients that fed the family. She kept us together with her mashed potatoes, green beans and meat loaf.
She nourished us with sweets made each Sunday. She poured the cereal of life into us each morning and sometimes when it was 20 below zero outside, she called from the kitchen, “Jane, French toast is ready.”
dVerse prompt to write from a first line of a novel. I used Samuel Beckett’s “I am in my mother’s room.”
dVerse prompt to take poem titles of Lewis Carroll and create a new poem. Each line here is from a title. I think I will write more about this wild song of the lobster, the walrus and the carpenter, maybe tonight.