And So It Begins
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample
food for I have just stuffed our pantry grandly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked sweets meant to last nearly
a week were otherwise offed in quick, pre-dental visit, chew-its;
All will be equally mute and dumb about chip crumbs in living
rooms, beds, or stocked as edible crunch, lint-spiced in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When an ingredient vanishes that I purchased for a new recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threats of live, yard burial and each choosing their
own puffed, sweet stuff, they will first deplete my own, chosen cereal.
BUT, no family knows that in the pile of all someday will sew,
and in the drawers of creative crafts, the good stuff
(the chocolate love) hides for me to eat slowly when alone.
I swear their limited, personal palettes have no talent raring
to best thread into a needle or craftily create rather than
munch, zoned out on electronics like mutt-runts on narcotics.
... CayCay
February 8, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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