Day 24

So I took a hiatus from writing poetry as I prepared for my visit to the 'Dale and as I traveled. I would like to revive a poem about disillusionment that I wrote almost three years ago.

Kroger Cranberry Sauce
Fond childhood memories of cranberry goo
Cherished deep in my heart.
The taste of cranberries is
Happiness to me.
Years pass, snow falls.
A distant bell tolls.
Can opener crinkles as I crack open
The cranberry sauce.
Savour the gelatinous cranberry
Savour the Jellied cranberries
Savour it.
But the can opener cracks open my heart
With the realization
of the Jelly not being
All that I hoped for.