One-Lined Poem: Happiness (#19)
A phrase about one simple pleasure in life
The smell of homemade bread tickling my nostrils.
As a child growing up in dusty South East London, every Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of homemade bread.
Mum would wake up extra early to make our weekly batch of six loaves.
I don’t know how she did it, but by the time my brother and I bounded downstairs, mum had the bread coming out of the oven and the week’s washing ready to hang outside.
Last weekend, 50+ years later, I attempted to recapture this memory and bake bread.
And that’s a poem for another day!
What about you, what simple pleasure from your childhood makes your nose tinkle and heart smile?
I invite you to write a One-Lined Poem about this simple pleasure and share it with us.
And, if you’re looking for more inspiration, check out these One-Lined Poems for Happiness, by Melanie J. Jay Krasnow and Shaista Malik Thank you.
And as usual, thanks to the Team ILLUMINATION for their dedication to writers. Thank you.
