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.