Friday, March 22, 2013

Popcorn-the Good Old Days II

Slice 22 of 31
@ Two Writing Teachers for hosting the Slice of Life Challenge 2013

To be fair, I have to give my dad some equal love and honor him with a good old days poem too...

Sometimes I remember
The good old days,

Dad working nights
And when he was off he was up!

Hearing the skillet rattle
Placed onto the stove in a clangy, unfamiliar way

Hunting for the lid
Shaking the kernels in the special popcorn jar

Oil poured in, greasing the skillet
Melting the butter right there with it

Kernels bouncing as they were dropped
Lid sealed tight

Pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop,pop, 

Kernels at war,
Kernels no more now crunchy popcorn for eating

And then the buttery smell 
would fill the air

Tiptoe-ing out of bed and sneaking down the steps
Shading my eyes from the kitchen's bright light

"I smell popcorn"

It just doesn't get any better
than Dad's home-made popcorn!


  1. Popcorn popped on the stovetop is still the best! Thanks for sharing, Amy!

  2. A memory of popcorn. A memory to warm the heart. Well constructed piece that was full of visual imagery Amy. I enjoyed it immensely.

  3. This is so fun! I think I'll have to make some popcorn tonight. Thanks for the inspiration!

  4. Oh...such memories of popping corn that way....not in the microwave. I can picture your dad in the kitchen...I can hear the popcorn popping...and ah...the smell of it....think I will get out a pan and pop me some now. Jackie

  5. What a great memory! Late-night popcorn snack! I love the way you describe his movement in the kitchen as clangy and unfamiliar. Great word choice!

  6. The Good Old Days poems are awesome. Popcorn and pancakes. Pancakes were part of my childhood. Popcorn is something I tasted for the first time when I was 18 and visited USA for the first time.

  7. I enjoyed this good ol' days poem. What a fun memory and the sensory details of smelling the popcorn made me hungry...there is popcorn everywhere in my school right now for a fundraiser, so I couldn't have read this at a better time. Better get myself some quarters quick!

  8. My dad's unfamiliar rattle was always on winter Sundays when he raided the refrigerator for leftovers of homegrown veggies and tossed them into a steaming pot of vegetable soup. It is the only thing I've ever seen him cook in nearly 50 years. I still love vegetable soup, and it seems especially "right" on cold Sunday afternoons. Thanks, Dad.

  9. Wonderful! I can so clearly picture those steps and the smell of popcorn!

  10. Oh my gosh, I can smell that popcorn. What a fun poem and a great way to remember the good old days!

  11. So simple. So elegant. A slice worth remembering!


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