Constance La France Poet Verse

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Summer Cooking

I will turn back the tattered pages of my life,
when all was beautiful and happy and my dad was alive;
            how that man loved to barbecue on summer days,
but he sure made a lot of smoke and sometimes fire too.

      Often, we had burgers and hot dogs, slightly burnt,
but still delicious and mom would make a variety of salads;
            we would eat outside on the deck talking and laughing,
dad would say, "I cooked now you clean the barbecue."

      I had always been dad's assistant in all things he did,
whether it be yard work, woodwork, or the barbecue;
            there were times when we went all out with cooking,
by doing steaks, corn on the cob and baked potatoes.

      Oh, that was so yummy and it makes me smile too,
as mom would be worried dad would overdo the steaks;
            so she would be constantly checking and complaining,
and in the end-   they were burnt, but I loved them still.

      After dad went to heaven-  mom appointed me the cook,
I had watched dad for years but never actually done it;
             was clueless on how to light it even and was scared,
      anyways, I tried-   burnt my eyebrows and my bangs.


           I went inside the house-

                    "Mom, we are not barbecue people . . . anymore! "

 

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July 12, 2018


Poetry/Verse/Summer Cooking
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1041-296-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


For the contest, Summer Cooking
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues

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Jan Allison July 28, 2018 at 12:54 PM What wonderful memories Constance and I love the pic:-) Many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Susan Gentry July 21, 2018 at 4:30 PM Congratulations on your #1 win. A nostalgic well-written story about summer cooking. Enjoyed and brought back memories. :)

Line Gauthier July 21, 2018 at 7:35 AM I lovely how you turned this into a lovely nostalgic piece, BW. Congrats on your well deserved top win.

James Inman July 21, 2018 at 3:49 AM A sweet poem BW, but the last line broke my heart.

Roy Pett July 20, 2018 at 8:08 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win Constance thoroughly enjoyed your poem and that pic is awesome, barbecuing is definitely a mans job ??

Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2018 at 5:54 PM Constance, a wonderful write! A tribute to the BQ dad’s out there! I also am not a barbequer and apparently my husband doesn’t fancy it either! Love the write! Congrats on first place. Hugs...Kim

Viv Wigley July 15, 2018 at 11:19 AM Ironically, Constance, barbecue is one of the black arts- if you overdo it :). A fine write, poignant but relatable. Good luck. Viv x

Jack Ellison July 13, 2018 at 8:57 PM This is sweet... a winner, no doubt!!! Love, Happy Jack XOX

Charles Messina July 13, 2018 at 3:51 PM Besides a wonderful write reminiscing about the BBQ's with your dad. you had to go and make me hungry didn't you..lol Well done BW...good luck in the contest...Charlie

Lyric Man July 13, 2018 at 7:07 AM BW.. I love the pic and would enjoy a steak that size. I remember similar grill time with my daughter.. such sweet Memories. A great write!

Mark Toney July 12, 2018 at 2:06 PM What a delightful memory. Nicely done! Thank you for sharing your memory with us :)

Frederic Parker July 12, 2018 at 1:01 PM I believe you still light the grill every once in awhile in remembrance...nothing more powerful than the bond between a daughter and her dad...love the picture, that dear poet is a huge slab of meat