Pancakes are round
Memories erasing from the hard drive
Pancakes are round.
They smell of childhood’s forgotten memories.
They bring with them like a stab to the heart,
of children who have left the hearth,
They are warm, yellow and crispy
the way I like them.
But they make me feel lonely,
isolate, as an adult,
They are Robinson Crusoe food,
marooned on a deserted island.
Did he miss pancakes?
Jam and then some with cheese,
and maybe some for tomorrow's breakfast,
used to freeze some for a quick snack for the children.
Pancakes are round or ought to be
but they give nostalgia a new meaning.
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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