Tonight's Poet Corner: Did You Want Some Cornbread?

Did You Want Some Cornbread?
by Belinda Roddie

Sweet potato and pulled pork soup
is never quite the same without a big lump
of crumbly cornbread. Did you want some?
My mom liked to make it before her
back gave up and the rest of her soul
crumbled with it. Now I'm next in line
to prepare the batch. Enjoy them.
When you're done, I'll kiss the crumbs
off your cheeks and appreciate the taste
from both things.

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