The prompt for Day 13 of November Poem a Day was another Two for Tuesday: “write a letter poem” and “write a recipe poem.” Oh great. Another prompt that left my eyes wide with mild terror. A recipe poem? I barely cook. And didn’t I just do a letter poem? Why two prompts? Don’t we have enough to do? My thoughts bumped into themselves trying to identify all the excuse for why I couldn’t come up with anything for this day’s work. Eventually I just wrote a damn poem.
Remember that cornbread
you used to make
when the boys and I were kids? It was
light and cake-like
and you’d melt butter in the cast iron skillet
before you poured in the batter
so the butter just rose up to the top of the pan
and when it came out it had that big
crack right across the top of the crispy crust? Pretty much every
time, I think. I don’t know – did it need
that crack? Was it even supposed to happen?
But it was so good. I just realized,
I don’t have that recipe. Could you send it to me?
Thanks, Mom. Love you.
Hey baby girl,
You know … I had that recipe written down
but I must’ve lost it in a move, but here’s a link
to a recipe I found online.
Love you too! Call your Dad sometime, he would love
to hear from you!