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mamma sally


puttanesca tickles my nose
pulls me through 
these streets, eyes closed
Mamma Sally, she knows
how to fill my bowl

daughter of the old country
pulled up her roots
for the better life, the big city
Mamma Sally, she knows
how far the red brick goes

raising up tomatoes to the sky
from her window box piazza
seven stories high
Mamma Sally, she knows
how her garden grows

olive oil, garlic, basil in harmony
hymns of joy
the blessed holy trinity
Mamma Sally, she knows
how to save my soul

© 2011-Rene


image: 
Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien ( via Magpie Tales)
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  1. Laurie KolpFebruary 16, 2014 at 2:38 PM

    Enjoyed it. Sounds like it could be a song...

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  2. BerowneFebruary 16, 2014 at 2:43 PM

    Poetry both beautiful and al dente...

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  3. Kathe W.February 16, 2014 at 2:44 PM

    very wonderful sensory poem- I can smell that tangy sauce from here!

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  4. Other MaryFebruary 16, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    Great rhythm and rhyme, not to mention content. Do you ever read your poetry aloud Rene? This would be fun to listen to.

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  5. LynetteFebruary 16, 2014 at 3:03 PM

    This would make an excellent song lyric!

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  6. Kaye WallerFebruary 16, 2014 at 3:39 PM

    Ooh... so good.

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  7. humbirdFebruary 16, 2014 at 4:12 PM

    How nice! ready to be a song...Enjoyed very much.

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  8. Indigo RothFebruary 16, 2014 at 4:35 PM

    Very evocative, Rene. Nicely done =) Indigo x

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  9. MaryFebruary 16, 2014 at 4:46 PM

    I think I would like Mama Sally, if she used olive oil, garlic, and basil. I think I am getting hungry now. (smiles)

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  10. TruedessaFebruary 16, 2014 at 9:01 PM

    I agree with others this has a musical feel..why do I have the need to make spaghetti sauce..creative piece of writing..

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  11. Susan LindquistFebruary 16, 2014 at 9:56 PM

    Really nice way to connect with the setting ... I can almost smell the gravy and hear her call the kids in to dinner ...

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  12. Sumana RoyFebruary 17, 2014 at 6:57 AM

    so enjoyable lines....making me hungry for more.... :)

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  13. Strummed WordsFebruary 17, 2014 at 8:35 AM

    Love how the picture reminds you of mother and cooking!

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  14. Jennifer WagnerFebruary 17, 2014 at 2:11 PM

    I love this. Your words and the image make for great nostalgia.

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  15. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 17, 2014 at 7:01 PM

    I love this poem. Mama Sally knows what's real. Great interpretation of the photo prompt. I could see her, and her window garden. Cool.

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  16. Stacy M.S.February 18, 2014 at 1:51 AM

    absolutely loved this! part story, part life lesson...you did wonderfully with the photo!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  17. HelenFebruary 18, 2014 at 12:29 PM

    You certainly have a way with words ... love this!

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  18. Tess KincaidFebruary 18, 2014 at 3:57 PM

    Window box piazza indeed! Love the lyrical quality of this one...

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  19. 21 WitsFebruary 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM

    Some of us will be singing this all the way home! Lovely, and enjoyable magpie!

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  20. KatherineFebruary 20, 2014 at 1:44 AM

    I think I might know Mamma Sally! This was delightful!

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  21. Belva Rae StaplesFebruary 20, 2014 at 10:21 AM

    Good food, gardens and hymns! What could be better?

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