A few days ago I was talking with my second oldest son in the car and somehow the subject of empty promises came up. We were discussing how my generation was raised with parents from a completely different era and how their thought processes worked and how that affected us. One of those “things” we just came to expect was the empty promise. You know, when you promise something but don’t keep the promise? It wasn’t an uncommon thing for a parent to promise they’d do something which didn’t ever happen. And of course, we weren’t allowed to remind them because, you know, kids aren’t supposed to make their parents feel guilty for not practicing what they preach.
Anyway, the idea of empty promises got me to thinking about the similarities between them and cotton candy. Et voilà! A poem was born. Very short and to the point. Enjoy.
P.S. Don’t worry…there are no calories or sugar high that come with it.
P.P. S. Feels good to be writing again.
By Jesi Scott
Pink cotton puffs of air and
spun sugar clouds tasting sweet
and melting as soon as they touch the tongue.
A moment on the lips,
Forever on the hips.