Makin’ S’more (s)
The view across the camp fire shimmers warmth.
Watching, you tilt your head and smile -
Three little faces grin over gooey sticks.
I plop grahams and chocolate on plates.
“Mom ! These are the BEST !”, they shout.
Toasted marshmallows and rosy cheeks
Shining eyes and sticky lip grins -
Looking over this hot mess of a family,
I bask in the heat of the moment,
Answer your smile with a smirk.
“Let’s make another; whaddayasay ?”
... playing with the words ... and the theme ... is it hot enough for ya ? Such a greeting, but it seems funny that we can be miserable in the heat of the day, but cling to the warmth that comes around a campfire or glory in the hot stickiness of passion, or welcome the warm glow of rosy cheeks from kids hot from play ... heat and warmth ... hmmmm
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yum...first i love the campfire...sitting, telling stories...making smores....i like to put a little peanut butter on mine...lets make some...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Susan.Warm and affectionate. A proud and happy Mum.
ReplyDeleteWhat you might be hearing is a HUGE sigh ... oh, the warm fuzzy sweet memories of those campfire and s'more days so long ago. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh, I have such WARM memories of the campfire as well......nothing like toasted marshmallows, is there? And it was NEVER too hot either. Smiles. I enjoyed your poem, rich with feeling.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile!
ReplyDeletemy mother made the BEST roasted marshmellows because she would PATIENTLY and SLOWLY and CAREFULLY cook them til they were a perfect toasty golden brown....all of kids however weren't that patient.....it was all good fun. Thanks for waking up my memories!
ReplyDeleteSusan, I love your take on the prompt!! such happy memories of campfires and camping and marshmallows--thank you for the wonderful poem :-)
ReplyDeleteExcellent, great use of the prompt, pure inspiration. What a great picture and so vivid.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm also thinking of s'mores that we've made in the past . Too hot for me to make the fire outside. Maybe I"ll surprise the kids and just heat them in the toaster. Thanks for the idea!
ReplyDeletethis is so sweet...made me long for those childhood campfires!
ReplyDeleteS'Mores are the greatest! I had not thought of them for a while and now I can almost taste them. Lots of warm things in your poem and good playing with the words. Makes me recall those good times. Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo! Just this past spring, a coupon I collected gave a discount on the supplies needed for S'Mores and I put it aside. Making S'Mores seemed like a fun possibility for a date night for my husband and I. :-) They're gooey deliciousness!
ReplyDeleteIs there anything better than s'mores and little smiling faces? We have a fire pit in our backyard and it's definitely fun, just like your poem. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely and yummy!
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