They named her "Pan" for her appetite,
a constant quest of tiny fists and teeth.
She reaches, fearless, for a world of flavors,
one olive rolls, she pins it triumphantly.
Sticky oatmeal paints her delighted cheeks,
a palette of morning chaos spread wide—
crushed blueberries drip down her fingers,
her laugh erupts like a kitchen volcano.
She examines broccoli like an archaeologist,
green trees uprooted in her bold excavation.
Garlic whispers sharp secrets on her tongue,
while lemon puckers her face into surprise.
A single pea, held like a polished gem,
slides between her lips with careful pride.
What wondrous creature eats boldly, unbound?
Our pantophagous toddler devours the earth.
But it’s more than eating—it's her first love,
a communion with flavors beyond boundaries.
From olives to the humblest grain of rice,
she devours the unknown, makes it her own.
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Comments3
What a pretty poem!
a most descriptive write
Thank You Norman
most welcome
I could not but give a fave to this wonderful description of a child in extasy of feeding. Painted so well I could see and hear it. I have had children of my own and grandchildren that I have seen this in and it brings joy to picture it retold.
Thank You Soren I always appreciate your feedback
You are always most welcome Gray
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