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PB&J
Held together, just barely Each day comes, like the last Counting time by the minutes, As hours on the clock - pass My life made up of moments Some I begged, longer to stay Like my childhood memories Of PB&J ~ Simple slices of bread Peanut butter inside And some jelly mixed in Brought the flavor to life Sticky, sweet goodness Spread magically with a knife My face - covered with remnants My tastebuds - favorite delight ~ PB&J, I would answer When asked, what sounds good to you? I loved it the best When daddy took, and cut it in two A triangle shape Fit in my mouth like a glove Lightly toasted and served to me, with his love ~ PB&J, who would have guessed Would bring such memories to life For a few moments, I escape The days struggles and strife To the kitchen I wander For slices of wonder bread Smearing some peanut butter And strawberry spread ~ PB&J - to this day Brings back - pieces of home A place, chaotic sometimes But where pure magic was grown Giggles in the back yard Or bounding happily, in fields of clover Sweet, precious memories I would love to do over
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
