Friday, January 20, 2012

Rooked

I wrote this for the poetry jam, where the prompt this week is "you can go home again." I had so many memories to choose from, but for some reason this particular one bubbled to the surface. As soon as I thought of it I was right back there in the kitchen of the home where I grew up. It makes me laugh now, but I have to tell you that I spent the entire summer being indignant. Of course, I was a teenager, so indignant was my natural state.

Rooked

I stand at the kitchen island
case knife in one hand,
Duke’s mayo jar in the other.
Muttering under my breath
I fling the ham and the cheese
then start on the banana sandwich,
schmear saltines with peanut butter.
Aggrieved sighing accompanies
the scooping of cottage cheese
and canned pear halves.
This was the summer
I packed my dad’s lunch
every single day
because my mom
cheated at cards.

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20 comments:

  1. I imagine you are great at making sammies now! Practice makes perfect, dear.

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  2. That's the truth! It was good training for packing Mike's & my lunches now :)

    My dad always said that his lunches were packed with love - at which my mom & I always cackled :)

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  3. My lunches ARE packed with love...I can pack my own, but when The Bug packs them, they are better :-)

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  4. Those sound like some interesting sandwiches. I've never had a banana sandwich.

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  5. That is so funny! No wonder you've grown up the way you have . . having had a mother who cheated at cards! :)))

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  6. Ooh she was SO competitive! She would NEVER let me take the bid, even if I had the BEST hand. Grrr…. We sure had a lot of fun :)

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  7. When I saw the title I thought you were going to write about the warmer weather back home. Packing lunches must have been on your mind today. Great job on the poem!

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  8. Sounds yummy and the ending was unexpected.

    Won't you join us for a fun challenge?

    http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-with-laurie-nonsense.html

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  9. Oh, that made me laugh - and took me back.
    Loved the schmear, and yes, the ending.

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  10. Have Mercy...we can all see you grumbling with that jar of mayonnaise...

    Funny!

    Blessings
    R

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  11. fantastic write, kitchen's of the past are filled with great memories

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  12. Now you have me thinking about peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I haven't had that for years! Ooh, and a little maple syrup...

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  13. The ending leaves me reeling. Unexpected,intense! Thank you for jamming with Poetry Jam this week.

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  14. My dad's banana sandwiches had mayo on one side & peanut butter dotted with raisins on the other. VERY yummy :)

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  15. Ah, bless your heart! Were you angry every single day? Were you never resigned?

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  16. I was a teenager Nance - what do you think? Ha! Actually, I looked on it as a challenge - every day I thought "this could be the day!"

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  17. Priceless ... I felt like an intruder in your kitchen reading this.

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  18. Wonderful! ha ha I'm sure you would love to pack his lunch now and you would do it lovingly. ... teenagers! :)

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  19. Sorry to be so late, but I'm glad I didn't miss this.

    You hit the bull's-eye, Bug.

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