Sweet like Nanna
Chocolatey hands and a full heart
C upboards in Nanna’s kitchen, just out of reach,
H ands held out - cupped at the ready.
O h how I did anything for those
C reamy confectioner’s pearls.
O nly if you were good though – bribery using
L ittle morsels bought for baking.
A llowed exclusively after dinner,
T aunting siblings, comparing handfuls, ensuring you received
E XACTLY the same number.
.
B est believe I still sneak them,
U nmatched by any candy or sweet,
T hey melt in my mouth,
T hey melt into sticky-hand goodness.
O ne by one, or all in one go,
N ostalgia still tingles my tastebuds with
S weet memories of Nanna’s love.
About the Creator
Joe O’Connor
New Zealander living in London
Teacher of English and History, and sport-lover
Mostly short stories and poems📚
Feel free to be honest- one constructive comment beats a hundred generic ones
Currently writing James The Wonderer
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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Comments (13)
Your sweet Nanna. I liked how you did this. Great form! Chocolate is the best!
Nannas are there to spoil, aren't they? And yes, everyone must have the same. I remember that well, comparing just to make sure.
😍😍 Love this 😍😍 Great form and flow of language from line to line. You've really painted a picture. And I'm suddenly so nostalgic. 😂😭
Love this acrostic!
Love this! I too love those chocolate chips as we call them.
Ohhhh NANAS! They get so GOOD at what they do. Must be a secret that only gets passed on when...Moms become Nanas 😉 A yummy challenge entry!
Not me reading that as Chocolate Butt Ons instead of Chocolate Buttons 🤣🤣🤣 Now I wish I have have some! Loved your acrostric!
Lovely! What a great acrostic! Full of sweetness and nostalgia!
Lovely memories! And ! love the poem form you chose!
Delightful poem! Love it. 😊
This is brilliant, Joe. I love how you elevate the very worthy but simple chocolate buttons to something so special and connected to your Nanna! Wonderful!
I love this. Absolutely beautiful!
My grandmother always had Smarties because "they're your favourite." They were never my favourite, but they'll always be laced with her.