For the love creme brulee
I'll be happy to gain weight
Carmel custard creaminess
Bites full of joy and pleasure
On the tip of my tongue
Smooth my spoon on its top
Ooh the taboo of this
eating utensil the fun
Curiously taps the ramekin
Dives in the center or side
The top layer sweetness shatters
My spoon skates on the sinful delight
Crackles form effortlessly into the
Delicious sugar of baked ice
For the love of creme brulee
A once a week habit has become
Now three out of seven
Once on my lips forever on my hips
Tasting it in my mind, taunts my mouth
Look for recipe and make it yourself
Prediabetes won't be too behind
For the love of creme brulee
My mind may be willing, but
my flesh is weak.
Nana's Heart
Shiny sterling silver
Sparkly and cool to the touch
Inside soft red velvet
A jewelry box reminds me of Nana's Heart.
No music, no jewelry, nor an empty find.
Memories open of childhood past and love,
For our matriarch,
Beautiful teacher, disciplinarian, and kind.
They're stored up like heaven's treasure.
As a little girl, our days spent together
Were collected in a jar as if fireflies,
And our nights glowed like moonbeams.
Imaginary sand flows freely from my hands.
My yesterday is gone in a flash.
All grown up and too old to pretend.
My memories sustain me
and remind me of way back then.
Remember when the world grows cold,
Those crown jewel moments
Will have me captured forever in time.
Previously published in
Shiny sterling silver
Sparkly and cool to the touch
Inside soft red velvet
A jewelry box reminds me of Nana's Heart.
No music, no jewelry, nor an empty find.
Memories open of childhood past and love,
For our matriarch,
Beautiful teacher, disciplinarian, and kind.
They're stored up like heaven's treasure.
As a little girl, our days spent together
Were collected in a jar as if fireflies,
And our nights glowed like moonbeams.
Imaginary sand flows freely from my hands.
My yesterday is gone in a flash.
All grown up and too old to pretend.
My memories sustain me
and remind me of way back then.
Remember when the world grows cold,
Those crown jewel moments
Will have me captured forever in time.
Previously published in
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