SAND BREADS

Motherless boy's flashback

SAND BREADS

 

One good rainy day,             

The wet sand in the hands of a boy!

With the help of plastic box;

The ovan ready for bread making..

Filling the wetsand in the box,

The hot breads are ready!

Calling his friends to eat....

Yes the assembled friends ,

Joined their hands as guests!

Really they pretends like eating...

Whether the host relished or not,

His brain screened a flashback...

With his mother, a breakfast of ...

Oven made sweet breads!

 

..............Ka Na Kalyanasundaram.....

Author's Note

Small boy's life without his mother

Reviews

[Matt "Mickey" Denney]

Mothers are so great and I am lucky to have mine, though I almost never see her. There are times that I think about my days as a young child and it feels a little better. Thank you, once again, for a fabulous piece of writing. You never let us WC readers down! :)

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Nice images, great job with making us dip into a "remote memory", just a tip: use less "!" and use more comas insted of "..."s

[Alpris]

Awww, this is such a joyful and happy poem.

[Ramya]

Love the title, love the poem. Love the last three lines.
Good job!

[Suditi]

In the 4th line, you've got "oven" misspelled i think.

A wonderful poem. An intense powerful piece actually.
The theme is very touching.
Wow.

[Clockwork]

It is nice to see a longer poem from you. I like how you talk about the friends all joining together as guest. This poem showed the unity of the feast and the sanctity of friendship.

I also like the idea of the flashback, but I think that it would be nice if you wrote about the specific memories the boy had in the flashback. When I started to read the poem after I read the title I expected this poem to include that. It is a solid poem without it, and I did enjoy it. although I do think that the specific memories would add to the poem overall.

[AK]

Brilliant poem! I liked the meaning behind it, and I think it should have been 'oven' instead of 'ovan' and 'oven made' instead of 'ovanmaked'. Keep writing!

[Dark Poetry]

A very beautiful poem for our loving mothers, I love it.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

So touching.

I used to make my pretend bread with mud and baked in the hot summer sun. You should have seen my daddy's face when I expected him to eat it. Priceless.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I can feel the sadness underlying this poem. Well done!