Butter Balls in Haiku
Balls of cold butter
I roll in sugar grains and
Drop in hot oatmeal.
Flavorful, filling
Basic, old-school, homely oats
And sweet butter balls.
They melt delicious
Streaks of taste on the surface
Of breakfast comfort.
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I am tasting butter and sweetness…It is all so comforting….your “streaks of taste”! I love that you make me think of the butter and sugar sandwiches my mother made in the 1950’s….Thanks for your poem!