Ode To A Refrigerator Poem by Connie Webb

My refrigerator has shrunk
Just a little dorm sized one now
I am waiting for the new refrigerator to arrive
We will manage to survive this somehow.
We miss our big cooked meals
That we could have for a few days
We miss some frozen things
We miss our big fridge in lots of ways.
No more frozen fast meals
No more stocking up on lots of things
But with life there are problems
Like losing the joy a big refrigerator brings.
We used to go grocery shopping
Our cart full to the brim
But now all we do is buy little things
This situation is getting grim.
Can't wait for the new refrigerator to arrive
Not sure what day that will be
So I will still keep hanging in there
With this shrunken refrigerator baby.
I am trying to be grateful
I at least have this shrunken one
But I have to admit
There is nothing like a big fridge when the day is done.