Mallomar Mania

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 1 – P.E.O.D (poem every other day) Memoir Chapbook Challenge – “Laugh, Laugh”
“We find humor in the strangest places. And what makes me laugh may be different from what amuses you! It is true that laughter is the best medicine, so for whatever ails you, dose us up with a good guffaw! Tell us what makes you laugh and make sure it’s in the form of a poem!”


Ever eat a Mallomar? A mound,
round like a hat, covered in
thin chocolate with a bottom
layer of graham cracker, topped
off with marshmallow. My Dad
loved them, pinched them while
they were still in the box
to make sure they cracked. Meant
they were fresh. Mom frowned
upon this practice. One year
for Dad’s birthday, my sister
handed him a plain brown paper
package. When he unveiled
the surprise, he giggled like
a little boy, stunned to see
boxes and boxes of Mallomars
inside. Watching his expression,
we all laughed.  Still do each time
we look at the photo.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This entry was posted in Purple's Home and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.