Holiday Brunch
Cracker Barrel — always a favorite.
Not my first choice today, but
we go where the grandkids go.
Warming my hands with coffee cup
...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up.
I wonder if the waitress was in charge today…
Like an arcade ball, literally bouncing off
coworkers, aimless, goofy talk…
Our table, likewise, discordant —
not quite catching the right tune.
An unfamiliar waitress, all over
my granddaughter with hugs —
back off, lady...phew
The orchestrated mess came in due time,
like a thanksgiving dinner, where we wait for hours.
So glad my family didn’t throw a fuss. We were all
hungry, but not...starving.
Our lackadaisical fare showed up with lackluster.
dishwater hash browns, soupy grits. But the
plateful of biscuits, were honestly delicious,
as was the one french fry I borrowed from
my granddaughter’s plate.
So breakfast lacked perfection and some emotional
digestion at the table, but still any day...any day
with my grands is a perfect kind of day,
because I love them so…
11/26/2017
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