Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #27

We’ve reached the second half of the year and I decided to mix things up a bit. Today’s prompt still includes paint chips, but also includes a word from my deck of angel cards. I’m planning to make this modification to the prompt once a month. Well, unless there’s a huge backlash because no one likes it.

The catch is that I’m requiring all the words to be used. This week it’s all about family. The paint chip words and phrases are banana split, key lime, mystical, and grandma’s hydrangeas, and the angel card word is gratitude. You are allowed to use the angel card word in your title only, if you desire.

I see poems where eating dessert runs in the family or maybe growing flowers is a family legacy. I hope this prompt inspired some sweet childhood memories. But fictional poetry is also an option.

My Poem

I’m going in the fictional direction myself. My grandma’s both died before I got to know them very well. But if I remembered more about either of my grandma’s, this is how I imagine my memories.

Family Gratitude

My grandma's hydrangeas, 
in white, red, and blue, 
were topped only by her recipe book.

Her key lime pie, requiring fresh
key limes(no everyday limes allowed),
was to die for. It was my favorite
birthday treat, better than any
ordinary chocolate cake.

The recipe for banana splits
described the perfect ripeness
of the bananas for the split
but otherwise offered options
to make it your way.

Her mystical muffins were also
a big hit with the grandgems,
sometimes with chocolate chips,
other times with blueberries.

My gratitude overflows
as I think about how
her love of cooking
and eating
runs in the family.

Your Turn

Okay, now it’s your turn. Share your poem in the comments, or post it on your own blog or website and share a link in the comments. I can’t wait to see what kind of family traditions you all decide to write about.

I’d also appreciate feedback on what you think about this prompt format.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


20 Responses

  1. It Runs In The Family

    We note quite young, facts of our self, that others tend to see
    Later in life we realize they’re inherited from our family tree

    Our height, our eyes, our nose and hair, and yes our general looks
    Are passed down the generations, we don’t buy them from a book

    But what about the way we walk, the way we hold our head?
    Are they traits we learned or the mystical ingredients of DNA instead?

    Grandma’s hydrangeas were things of beauty over by her fence
    Now your fence line has them too, is this really a coincidence?

    When faced with a choice between a banana split and key lime pie
    Your answer may be preordained, making it useless to even try

    Accept with gratitude those little things, that add up to make you you
    Just remember, they’re not yours alone, many ancestors had them too

    Genealogy has many facets and is much more than just a tree
    That quirky trait of yours, you may discover, that it runs in the family

  2. Grandma enjoyed her mystical key lime hydrangeas while eating banana splits
    With gratitude I do the same, it runs in the family, and that’s as good as it gets

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