by Irene T. Winslow

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My first breakfast
—–in the Army
———-Fort McClellan
—————Alabama
I can’t believe
—–they are serving
———-lumpy cream of wheat
I notice everyone
—–plop on dollops of butter
———-spoonfuls of white sugar
The sizzling butter melts
—–like liquid sunshine
I place the warm bowl
—–On the silky-smooth table
I smell the steamy cream of wheat
—–mmmm—–mmmmm
———-hot buttery popcorn
My spoon plinks against the bowl
—–As I scoop
———-the strange cream of wheat
—————to my watering mouth
mmmm———-mmmmmm
—–warm cornbread smothered in butter
“I’ve never had cream of wheat
—–like this before,”
———-I declare in my northern accent
Twittering
—–southern drawls.
———-“Them thar’s grits.”

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Irene T. Winslow is a retired kindergarten teacher Women’s Army Corps veteran. She enjoys walking in the park, reading mysteries and thrillers, and learning new crafts. She lives in Cleveland, Ohio

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