School days meant up-before-dawn,
carpools across town,
tuna-sandwiches and rotting
bananas shoved in brown
paper sacks.
Then home by bus – exhaust,
the stench of old men, stale
lunchbags, gym shoes and
pre-adolescent sweat.
Four blocks to home
by foot, the locals taunting,
the inevitable tussle –
blood mixing with moldy
leaves and mud.
I’d burst through the front door,
anger peaked, hunger havoc, and
the waft of cinnamon and cloves,
warm apple pie, or the sugary syrup
of cherry – after dinner promises –
and gooey chocolate melting
into sweet chewy dough –
mom’s recipe for calm.
(Gina is hosting tonight at the dVerse Pub, and she challenges to write about comfort smells.)
Nothing like comfort food to make the day better. Of course, now that I’m the teacher, I make sure to take some of that chocolate with me to get through the day!
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Can’t survive without chocolate! Thanks for reading.
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Nice description of all that food as a recipe for calm.
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No calories involved of course, lol.
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The contrast between the atmosphere at school and home is striking! Love your details and your “mom’s recipe for calm”.
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Thanks Lynn.
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Wow I love this! All great smeels and so so comforting too!
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Thank you
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Comfort foods smells will do it every time! Very great descriptions of the bus and gym clothes etc.
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Thanks Dwight – being a kid was smelly, lol
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What wonderful scent memories, VJ. Your mother sounds like a wise woman, especially dealing with hunger havoc!
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She was always prepared for sure.
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After the terrible reek of day you came to the that wonderful perfume of home… love how you were followed by scents.
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Thanks. To be honest I wouldn’t have thought of it without the prompt
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The walk home from the bus sounds a little harem-scarem, but mother knew how to make everything better! (After reading all the poems, I’ve added pumpkin pie to my grocery list).
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Oh, love pumpkin! Enjoy! And thanks for comments
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I like the progression – how the smells change from disgust to joy.
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Thanks, Reena. I don’t normally pay attention to smells, but this exercise made me remember.
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The magic world of prompts 🙂 I am a visual person, too, rather than kinaesthetic.
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Oh, you’ve distilled that coming home smell for me, V.J. It was so long ago but it never left me. The only smells I’d prefer to forget are left-over packed lunch, especially the rotting banana – gym shoes and pre-adolescent sweat! I love the phrase ‘hunger havoc’.
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Thanks Kim. I still can’t go near bananas, lol.
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Oh, there’s nothing more comforting than the smell of something yummy. Made me think of my grandmother Rose ❤️
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Glad you could relate, Dorinda. Hope you are staying well in this changing weather.
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I am trying. The cold and I don’t get along very well. I prefer the mid 70’s to low 80’s. But I’ll have to wait for that. How are you doing?
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About the same. It’s as if the cold takes up residence in my bones – a constant pain.
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Yes, I completely understand. I see the dr on Monday. Hopefully she has some news as to why things have gone south of late. Be well, my friend. Remember to take care of you 🙂
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Same to you.
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Mom’s recipe for calm, yes! It worked too for a while. So glad my mom stayed home for me.
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Yes, having a mom at home was priceless.
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That is where most mothers were in those days, at home when we arrived from school. Wonderful memories you have V.J.
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Thanks
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I love your mom’s recipe for calm after a tough day at school. Yummy smells specially the apple pie.
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Thanks Grace. Food, especially sweets, were always her solution, lol.
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I never had to ride a school bus…but this sure brought back memories of walking through the door and smelling home made turkey soup-a comfort to this day!
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I think it is my best memory of childhood, knowing that Mom would be in the kitchen when we got home. She was always in that kitchen.
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That is a lovely memory to have!
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it is, although in retrospect, I don’t know how she did it. I couldn’t, lol.
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“Back in the day” I think it was the expectation, and in some ways not a bad one! The kitchen usually seems to be the hub of most people’s warm memories!
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this was a beautiful walk down memory lane and brought thoughts of home back to me, the school bus ride and anticipation of what would greet me at home. though we had spicier smells where i come from, reading Lillian’s poem today made me crave apple pie and here you write of it too – beautifully serendipitous!! love your lines that weave and entwine around my heart, a story of a girl that appreciated her wonderful life. so well done VJ! thank you for participating!
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Thanks Gina – this prompt sure conjured up the smells!
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I am so very glad it has been so well received. your contribution really warmed my heart
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