Tastes like home

mint pic

Sometimes I buy tinned mints

For travel or boredom

They remind me of youthful years in England

Where we would pass by the sweets shop

On our way home from the train

And pop in for a gander

At the rows of candies

Especially the mints in their

Strong, stronger, strongest

Glass jars.

Sugar-powdered mints

We could buy

By the handful,

Bite down on the wafer

For a mouthful of hot, sweet

Flavor

That reminds me of England,

Reminds me of home.

Poem 14

#30poemsin30days

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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