Noodle School Memories
William Maxwell once said
To write
All I need is to remember the slam
Of my childhood home’s screen door
I had no such doors but I do have
The smell of a bowl of
Yellow noodles
To transport me back
To a time in my whites and blues
From 7 to 12 years old in a dingy tuckshop school
Where there were only two food stalls
Hawkers in dirty overalls
Dishing one noodle soup after another
The smell stays in my olfactory senses
A mix of spice and sunshine
A dash of veg and yellow ribbons
Each time I smell and taste
I’m transported back again
To my old school playground
And the teachers and students who understand
Like no others before or ever since
Those noodles I wish I could tie me to them
I miss them for they held
The keys to my innocence felt
That now have long gone
Never to return
Till my next bowl of
Noodle school memories
Whiffs up my olfactories
And takes me back to
Happier times
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