PAD 6
the shopping list made,
ingredients
fresh and juicy,
tucked into the fridge.
She smiled.
This looks like
an ad for a dream kitchen.
The counters scrubbed,
choppers, bowls and specialty pans
gathered and gleaming.
The schedule is checked.
Soon, the home
is fragrant and savory.
The food is plated.
Wolfgang Puck
would be proud.
Silver gleams in the candlelight.
The hostess bows her head to pray,
and sits down to eat alone.
Labels: poetry
2 Comments:
I really liked this.
This person knows how to treat herself...
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