Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Daddy's Cornmeal Mush

my daddy loved corn meal mush
mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it
during the depression of the thirties

I watched him cook it
because I loved daddy
he gave me a taste
with butter and maple syrup

now I loved corn meal mush too
I can hardly ever find it
but I will never forget the sweet gritty taste
and how much my love for it tickled my daddy

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