The bellies in my family tell a story.
Full of fried chicken, homemade pies, home grown tomatoes and applesauce.
They bounce with hearty laughter and boisterous teasing.
Rounded watermelon thump resting on a worn leather belt, and
Warm squishy places of rest for sleepy babies.
These bellies bump in spine cracking hugs
And spoon curl loved ones for afternoon naps.
Comforting pudding, authentic in imperfection,
you’ll find no size 2 around this table that I call home.