Beef Stew Family
We are a plethora of flavors,
Bubbling in a silver crockpot
Seductively salty, carrot friendly,
Our potatoes cut in squarest chunks.
We bob up, and see our reflection in an oval lid.
Huge woman plops a spoon in our swirling liquid.
She takes a slurp of us. Stirs in an extra bunch
Of cut tomatoes. Our carrots back off,
Allowing the red chunks the necessary space to sink.
Happily steaming, simmering, we are soon poured into bowls
Our peas and broth wink when we see our friend,
Cornbread, oozing with melted honey butter on a blue plate
Next to our matching blue resting bowl.
Being consumed with cornbread is preferable
To being swallowed with those salty pointed crackers.
The whole family feels appreciated and loved. Cornbread winks.
Giants will be sleeping soon. Feeling the gentle rise and fall
of their warm tummies we will laugh, and dance and sing,
Proud that we are responsible for their satisfactory sleep.
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