Peach Cobbler

Today for the Quadrille over at dVerse Poets. De has given us the word “cobble”.  Note about cobblestones.  As a retired engineer, I amass all sorts of useless information.  Most of the “cobblestones” after the 1860’s are actually limestone setts cut into the shape of a brickbat and set into place on sand. Cobbles are round flat stones brought here millenia ago by the glaciers.  They are no primarily used  to construct buildings.


Peach Cobbler

Making peach cobbler
with icecream on the side
always reminds me of my long dead
Father – the ripe peaches, the spices.
Hello Papa I say to it
when I pull it from the oven.
Such a sunny fruit cobbler always
makes my eyes rain.

copyright kanzensakura peaches at the farmer’s market

 

22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. whimsygizmo
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 17:13:52

    Oh, Toni. Just beautiful.

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  2. Vivian Zems
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 17:51:41

    So beautiful…not surprised at the rain from your eyes.

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  3. Truedessa
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 17:59:49

    This is yummy – so filled with warm memories

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  4. sanaarizvi
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 18:05:06

    Oh Toni .. this is beautifully poignant.

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  5. rothpoetry
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 18:57:04

    What a lovely memory of your father! Such a great poem!
    Dwight

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  6. Frank J. Tassone
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 18:59:45

    A luscious–and poignant–reminiscence, Toni! 🙂

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  7. Jo
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 18:59:56

    Those last two lines are so poignant!

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  8. Grace
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 19:14:15

    Beautiful and sad memory of your father, coupled with sweet ripe treat ~

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  9. Frank Hubeny
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 20:41:39

    Nice last two lines.

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  10. Arcadia M
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 20:48:04

    Beautiful quadrille.

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  11. lynn__
    Jun 04, 2018 @ 22:16:38

    Sweet memories!

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  12. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 00:58:10

    Tender memories. So many of those kinds of things have me talking to my loved ones who have gone before me. And, yum.

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  13. kim881
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 03:27:50

    Your quadrille starts deliciously, Toni, and I can smell the ripe peaches and spices. Then I welled up at ‘Hello Papa’ and your raining eyes.

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  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 06:02:38

    Isn’t it amazing what memories that taste and scent can give? Love your greeting to your Pa.

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  15. annell4
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 08:19:30

    Yes, special food does remind us of loved ones. I like they way you greet the cobbler as it comes from the over! It would probably make your Father laugh.

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  16. namelessneed
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 08:31:44

    Thank you for sharing this loving tribute, both moving & sweet (my favorite line: “Hello Papa I say to it”)
    g.r.

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  17. purplepeninportland
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 08:37:05

    A sweet remembrance is the best kind. I love making peach cobbler! Great photo!

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  18. revivedwriter
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 13:24:27

    Certain foods definitely can bring back memories of a person and cause a person’s eyes to “rain.”

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  19. Janice
    Jun 05, 2018 @ 14:49:22

    Certain foods do bring up memories of loved ones. I love your last line…the sunny cobbler making eyes rain.

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  20. Imelda
    Jun 09, 2018 @ 09:12:05

    This is such a sweet homage to your father. 🙂

    Reply

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