GloPoWriMo#29 Banana Pudding



Momma slices the bananas thin,

boils the vanilla pudding

with freshly manicured hands,

but it is my job to decorate

the dish with Nilla wafers,

coordinate a synchronized swim

through whipped waves,

love in laps around the brim.

Banana Pudding,

after months apart,

custard simmering.

My sisters and I

faces pressed to glass windows

like the sweet wafers

waiting for warmth

and good-feeling.


Banana Pudding,

Southern gentlemen

with layers of honor,

Dad turns the doorknob open,

kisses each of us

in order of descent.

His stories of far away lands,

spoonfuls of gooey goodness.

Banana Pudding,

the oven’s warming,

prelude to giggles and grins.

Nobody argues over banana pudding

at our family reunion.

Β©2023 | K. Hartless

GloPoWriMo#29 Now, write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.


  1. This was wonderful, K! ‘faces pressed to glass windows
    like the sweet wafers
    waiting for warmth
    and good-feeling.’ – nothing brings a family together like group dessert πŸ™‚

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