Little Johnny loved his spaghetti
His mom made it for him almost every night
Noodles piled up high, plenty of tomato sauce
A dish to personalize it the way he wanted
Freedom to add more or less to his liking
There was an art to his eating
No wrong way to consume the dish
His favorite, the slurping method
No fork but just his two little hands
A noodle at a time, it was the best way for him to savor it
Johnny had tomato sauced lips
A successful end to the meal when the chef gets a kiss
It brought him joy and comfort to be himself
No judgment in the messy eating
Only playfulness and delight
Just Johnny and his spaghetti
About the Creator
Dancing Dumpling
My name is Hyun and I am a modern dancer from Washington, DC. Writing has been a creative outlet for me, and it has allowed me to express my thoughts that I would not have otherwise, verbally. It has been a very helpful tool.
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