My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
When I was young we had 5 Red Current bushes in our backyard which were the pride and joy of my mom who loved Red Current Jelly but their existence was a bane to my brother and I as we were the daily fruit pickers!
It was our after school chore and one we immensely disliked! But….we did enjoy eating the yummy jelly on our toast that mom made from the berries.
I found this recipe online that is very similar to my mom’s, not sure that I am ready to make any of this jelly, but perhaps you readers might.
to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view.