When I close my eyes
I remember back to those afternoons
That I used to spend
Sitting on your living room floor
Playing with my Matchbox cars.
Each day at 12:30
You would call me for lunch.
And every day you would make my favorite…
A peanut butter and Fluff sandwich
Cut into four equal squares.
Each sandwich would taste even better
Than the one from the day before.
I could never understand it.
It has been six years
Since you left this earth.
And hundreds of peanut butter and Fluff sandwiches later
There has not been one
That has tasted as good
As the ones you used to make.
I make mine, just as you did,
White bread, chunky peanut butter, and Fluff.
So why did yours taste so much better?
What was I forgetting?
Six years too late
I think I figured it out.
What made yours so great
Was how you made them.
With a bit of peanut butter,
A generous helping of Fluff,
And an insurmountable amount of love.

                                B.A.D