Gram's Sunday Dinner

Sitting in church on a warm Sunday morn we were thinking of food as the service drug on Instead of the sermon, we could hear tummies rumble in spite of my Grandpa, who grumbled and yawned Pews hard, and uncomfortable, and fannies would squirm waiting to hear the preacher's last word A prayer and a song, and the very last one at last it was time we could finally walk home ..... Once out in the sunlight, and on to the house In a state of starvation, and patience long gone Our lips in a quiver our salvation would be to sit at a table filled with Grandma's reprieve! Gram had been up quite early, since the first crack of dawn, Mashing potatoes, and a bird, golden brown, With gravy and dumplings, and tomatoes still warm straight from her garden, with vinegar, poured and pies from her baking during yesterday's chores She would pray to the Lord, reverently asking for peace Also "Please, Oh My Lord, when they flock here like geese Hungry and squawking , and honking to eat may they be always grateful for blessings we keep and praise all my cooking as they take leave" Smiles, and full bellies...It's what Sunday was for Grandpa held hands, bowed his head, then to pray and was always quite grateful for his blessings that day But he also would add, to the blessings that day "Oh Lord", help that preacher have a bit less to say!"