I’m entangled in your sweet refrains
Timeless rhythms keep me entertained
Moments of whimsy catch me by surprise
As sonnets sing softly over my dark nights
I’m consumed by your harmonic tunes
Wrapped up in your enchanting moods
Brilliant compositions soothe my weary soul
Classic notes play my senses like a lovesick fool
I’ve loved you madly since I was a child
Yet I’ve hated your guts all the while
The times I’ve melted in your melodic embrace
Equal the dissonance I’ve felt in light of memory’s face
For your friendship is a hauntingly beautiful song
With lyrics ever-changing as the days roll on
And while I long to forget yesterday’s resonating chant
One of the most nostalgic meals of my childhood would have to be macaroni and cheese…with hot dogs in it. My dad even had a song he would sing when he was making it to get us excited about the very simple and inexpensive dinner.
“Macaroni and cheese (macaroni and cheese),
that’s what I like (that’s what I like)!”
He would sing each phrase and my sister and I would echo them back in similar fashion. Over and over and over again… My dad could make a song out of anything. In fact, I’ve been told I do the same thing.
What’s funny is that he was trying to get us excited over this dish because it was all we could afford at that time in my young life. We weren’t rolling in the dough by any means. Did my sister and I even notice the slim pickings, though? Nope. We never cared that it was a cheap, quick fix meal. In fact, we loved eating it (even if it was 2 or 3 times in one week!)
I have such great memories of my dad singing cheerily in the kitchen. I remember helping him stir the pot with the noodles and gooey cheese. All I can do is smile when I think about those times.
And, isn’t that really what life is supposed to be about anyways? Being positive in the midst of the not-so-positive situations? Turning little into much by serving it with LOVE? My parents may not have had a lot of money at that time but they were happy. We were happy.
So, I gladly make this warm and comforting dish for my children in an effort to somehow, someway, show them that life is in the living, not in the having. And I can only pray that they will look back on these days of frugal living with their own little ones and pass on the gift of macaroni and cheese with hot dogs in it.
Flesh and bone, that’s me,
Born to grow steady and true, alive to make the most of this life,
Torn, yet not broken, like the furrowed bark on a great oak tree.
Heart and soul, that’s me,
Open with my feelings, forward with my thinking,
Brave and vulnerable, as a fragile seed sprouting up from debris.
Fire and Ice, that’s me,
Aflame for a hot minute, then frozen in time forever,
Passionate and memorable, like the fiery orange of an autumn leaf.
Wild and free, that’s me,
Flying high above the rules, away from what society deems valuable,
Beautiful and uninhibited, as a nestling lark sings a daybreak melody.