Dinner Rush Poem by Elena Sandu

Dinner Rush

Rating: 5.0


Story: One evening, we came home late

Was cooking dinner in a speedy craze

Me: Help me to set the table, please?

Here comes my sweetheart:

Zdring! ! Zdrang! ! Zdrong! ! !

Shaking the sfrrr sfrrr

frying pan
,
I'm crying out:

'LOVE! '

My dearest child,

with the plates still

in her hand, froze.

My husband's nose came out

from the newspaper wondering

Smiling, I say: 'With love, my dears:

All things that on our table come,

With love and kindness handled are.'










... That evening? Oh, yes indeed, we had one of the most beautiful ever meals.

Friday, September 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dinner
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Pintu Mahakul 20 September 2016

With love and kindness handle the dinner. This is absolute poem to reflect dinner time. Interesting sharing.10

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Tammy Hendrix 16 September 2016

There is nothing more beautiful than family coming together at the table. Gentle and sweet poem.

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