Chef Boyardee

A Poem

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the nostalgia that a can
of beefaroni brings
make me laugh,
eyes twinkling.

the sweet smell of canned
tomato sauce, the smooth
yellow noodles, making
perfect Spoonfuls.

I slurp up a mouthful
and close my eyes,
remembering
the winter snow
falling in blankets outside,
school canceled,
snuggled up in blankets
on the couch, clutching
a bowl of beefaroni.