Apologies if you've gotten this twice! I goofed!
Stew
A late fall and winter dish
My mother
Constructed from a little of this
And a little of that
From previous meals
Discovered in the refrigerator.
Add a helping of spice
Simmer for an afternoon
Enjoy steaming hot
In a thick oversized mug
Or bowl
With a fresh slice of a
Favorite bread.
Stewfully satisfying.
An everyday dish served by my mother,
Though she preached that
She never stewed about
Anything
In reality she stewed about
Everything.
From previous conversations and situations
Add a helping of self-righteousness
Simmer for a day…or a week,
Enjoy sharing it with anyone who would listen
With an inflated sense of importance.
I'm reading these as two different but related poems. Correct? Very different tones and depictions! Thank you for sharing . . .
Yes, when I copied and pasted them in, the dividing space between them disappeared.
Yeah, Substack needs to up its formatting game! Maybe next time use *** as a divider? Just a thought!
Stew
A late fall and winter dish
My mother
Constructed from a little of this
And a little of that
From previous meals
Discovered in the refrigerator.
Add a helping of spice
Simmer for an afternoon
Enjoy steaming hot
In a thick oversized mug
Or bowl
With a fresh slice of a
Favorite bread.
Stewfully satisfying.
Stew
An everyday dish served by my mother,
Though she preached that
She never stewed about
Anything
In reality she stewed about
Everything.
Constructed from a little of this
And a little of that
From previous conversations and situations
Add a helping of self-righteousness
Simmer for a day…or a week,
Enjoy sharing it with anyone who would listen
With an inflated sense of importance.
Stewfully satisfying.
I'm reading these as two different but related poems. Correct? Very different tones and depictions! Thank you for sharing . . .
Yes, when I copied and pasted them in, the dividing space between them disappeared.
Yeah, Substack needs to up its formatting game! Maybe next time use *** as a divider? Just a thought!