Monday, April 17, 2017

Poem for her 137

Dear Readers,

Hunger and Cravings

The eggs were still fresh and so was the coconut Oil
The bread was lightly toasted and the Last evening
Toast was still being sipped at in the big mugs
She was happy and sad and glad that the last
Little bit of Cream would be used to make the
Morning's breakfast, but that the last of the
Cookie Cream was still held in reserve for later
She watched as his hands moved about the kitchen
With a practiced ease of someone that knew
How she liked to see the cooking going
Dirty and then fix and then clean and then
Dirty again and then sweeping off the Table was
A bit surprised to realize that this was
That green table clothe of that shared composed
Boat ride extended story trip of the last
Twenty-four hours was still going to be
The next course of the first call of the day.

Happy Birthday Babe,



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