Lunch

Today, for lunch, I packed myself

a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich,

a classic meal of childhood, daily prepared,

two slices of Wonderbread spread

with Jiff on one and Welch’s grape

on the other, pressed together,

an oozing sticky concoction, but nutritious,

“good for you,” my mother would say,

with a box of juice, a sippy straw,

and maybe, just maybe, a chocolate chip

cookie, home-made, a rare treat,

a reward at the end of a lunch untraded,

so today, for lunch, I packed myself

a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich

because, even now, grown up and responsible,

we need to feed the child within, the little boy

nourished - “good for you.”