Pass It Please
"Please pass the chicken", Daddy said.
I watched the platter pass with dread
As each big brother took his choice
Would there be only wings for Joyce?
It was so hard to sit and wait.
Daddy took two legs on his plate.
I felt the dreaded tear drops start.
He knew that was my favorite part.
My brother Charley liked the feet,
The part that no one else would eat.
Mama's favorite was the breast
But I liked the big drumsticks best.
As the smallest I was always last
To hold the platter as it passed.
Now all my favorites were gone.
I turned away as it passed on.
As I let the necks and wings go by,
My daddy with twinkle in his eye
Said "Here's yours, Joybell, I took two,
But saved the biggest leg for you."
I know it now if I were able
To have those dears ones at my table,
I'd pass them all the legs and thighs.
And declare the wings were just my size.
For Paula's "Pass " contest won 9th in contest
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