Bread pudding has arrived in high-style
it’s the latest vogue fashion food.
Dressed in a coconut shell
covered with amaretto and white chocolate.
Six years into the new millennium
they line up in Atlanta for a taste.
Nobody had to tell my mama
how to make gourmet bread pudding.
She’s baked memories for over thirty years.
Stale bread with almost spoiled milk
dump in the last of the sugar tin.
Add some raisins and on fancy days
put in a peach or pieces of pineapple.
Open the door to my mama’s kitchen
to the smell of love coming from the oven.
Can’t wait to cut into the dense treat.
Almost burn my tongue sneaking a piece.
I have arrived into happiness.
by: Joyce Rose-Harris © 2006