porridge
porridge was this mystical treat
something out of a mcdonald’s happy meal
swirled with brown sugar
spun with milk
slipping down memory lane with the frosted window panes
infrequent and isolated
create a sense of specialness
only a warm bowl of porridge could describe
and now: packaged instantaneously
removing all the luxury and hug
that a fresh stove-top-prepared batch can give
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