Christi's Chicken
Christi’s Chicken
In the event you may want
Something more before
I can return,
There’s some of my famous chicken
Here somewhere
Behind the milk, (in the yellow Tupperware).
Remember how Christi
Would beg and plead
“Make your chicken please!”
The rare times I came home?
I thought of that this morning
When I turned the fryer on.
The chicken is here,
The recipe is still the same,
Although I’ve tried a time or two
To take something out, add something new,
I always find that I come back
To the way I made it just for you.
The chicken is here.
Should you prefer something else,
There’s lunch meat on the second shelf.
You’ll have to thaw the bread.
I regret that it’s not fresh
But I rarely use enough
To keep it here that way.
In the event you find
That you get bored
Before I can return,
There are some of my old poems
In the parlor by the chair
(You’ll find the shoe box there).
Remember how you used to plead
“Write something for me please!”
When I would call each day?
I think of that each time
I put my pen away.
The poems are here
And the style is still the same,
Although I’ve tried a time or two
To take something out,
Add something new
I always find that I come back
To the way I wrote them just for you.
The poems are here.
Should you prefer something else
There are pictures on the second shelf;
Moments frozen like the bread
From better times when love was fresh.
We did not use it quite enough
To keep it here that way.
Enjoy the chicken.
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