Banana Pancakes
A poem
Sunday morning delirium,
waking up from dizzy dreams
and knowing I’m safe with you.
Every weekend was a getaway growing up,
No matter how heavy the school week was,
I knew I had banana pancakes with you.
I spent my childhood knowing
you’d always fight to keep me fed
with a roof over my head.
It didn’t matter where we were though,
As long as you were there.
I’d get embarrassed of your hugs as a teen
yet as an adult now I wish for more
knowing we’re miles away
and years from bedtime routines
and those Sunday banana pancakes.
For my mom, Teri.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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This is so sweet. Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks for sharing 😊 It was a great read. All the best and happy writing.
I just ordered pancakes thanks to this!
Yummm!
I am suddenly hungry...and miss my mom... 😔