Doris Elaine Wood!
Where in the world are you?
It’s gettin’ dark out there
and supper’s ready!
I’m comin’, I’m comin’ Mother!
I was down the street at Sonya’s.
When I call you to supper,
I better not have to call you again!
What were y’all doin’ anyway?
We were just watchin’ the sun set.
It’s so pritty tonight.
The same sun sets at your house,
you silly girl!
Go wash your hands
before comin’ to the table.
I can’t see the sunset from inside
our house, Mother.
None of our windas face west!
Oooh, it smells so good in here!
What are we havin’ for supper?
Sammon paddies, mashed taters,
sop, green beans and biscuits.
Oh, and chili sauce if you want
some on your patatoes and sop.
It has been so many years,
since this nightly conversation
took place, but I remember
the accents, the sound of
Mother’s voice, and the lovely
aromas rising from our supper table
like it was yesterday.
I don’t say everything as I did,
but many words apparently
I still pronounce with the same
Texas twang that I did back then.
You can take the girl out of West Texas,
but you can’t take the West Texas out of the girl!
© Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/18/16
The challenge today is to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.
Definitions:
Taters (potatoes)
Patatoes (potatoes)
Sop (gravy)
Sammon (salmon)
Paddies (patties or more correctly, croquettes)
Biscuits (non-yeast rolls)
Chili Sauce (a relish that looks like picante sauce, but is sweeter and has no hot peppers in it)
Elaine
Sunshine Lane 
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