dinner
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I thought the Greeks
Didn't like their greens
But here I am
Cooking a Greek-themed dinner
With broccoli.
Was I thinking the Romans?
I pause for a moment
checking my pulse, just for kicks
Drums set the pace that my heart readily follows
Momma tries to discuss the farmer’s market
but relents
This place is hollow
Musty lamps ignite the room
The only thing to fill up space
Is noise of eating
chewing on bread
I decided to make dinner for the first time
To make it special I even added a splash of lime
Everyones excided to see how it tastes
Asking if its ready hopening to haste my pace
Its time to eat
When I was but a young lass
not very far in the past
I remember sitting at the ramily table
with food dishes around me
glad my snomach was empty
so I could eat until I was unable.
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
I guess Tomorrow was yours, too
Because you took it from My Hands,
How arrogant
so yesterday couldn’t fill you
and you could not be hungry, yes
On the silver chandelier, there's a swinging spider monkey
Wearing a captain's hat, and waving a broomstick.
Jeffrey tells his mother, in the politest of tones,
"Mr. Jumps is at it again!"
