Neck Of The Chicken Poem by Marilyn Lott
Neck Of The Chicken
Families come and families go continually
But some things are similar it seems
Get-to-gathers important to have
Talk about work and maybe some dreams
Big family dinners back in the day
Pot lucks I remember so well
Grandma in her wraparound apron
Her favorite food you could always tell
For grandma always went out of her way
To ‘reserve’ the part she liked best
And what was that piece of food you ask?
What was grandma’s quest?
“Leave that neck of the chicken for me, ”
She’d holler from across the room
Or sometimes she’d take a single fork
And stab it, and it couldn’t be too soon
We’d smile at the determination she had
For we’d never stand in the way
Of grandma and her neck of the chicken
And we knew it would stay that way
Even though Grandma left us years ago
Another generation has come and gone
When I see a neck of the chicken
It’s on the end of grandma’s fork prong!
Cunning old Grandma! I haven't heard of a chicken neck being a gourmand's delight in Australia, but the wishbone was what the Australian devourers wanted! Chicken was only served at Christmas time, and now the wish bone has lost its spell. Great work Marilyn. Have a wish on me for your delightful, humorous piece of nostalgia.! 10 Karin Anderson.
''Big family dinners back in the day Pot lucks I remember so well Grandma in her wraparound apron Her favorite food you could always tell'' meaningful to read
You have wonderfully composed this poem with keen zeal. Amazing poem,10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 11:50:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A delightful poem, my friend. I stumbled across it because I was looking for my own poem called 'Chicken Necks'. Quite a coincidence that both poems involve older ladies, your grandmother and my step-mother, who lived to be in her nineties. I guess chicken necks must be good for you!