Puttering

I'm roasting some dinner
putting things away
potatoes in the oven
meats on the way
peaches in a big dish
cinnamon and sugar
mail on the table
towels to be folded
I'm wiping the counters
putting away the dishes
thinkng about ice tea
and maybe watermelon
I'm counting how many
will sit around the table
how many will be late from work
and miss the conversation
I'm sitting on the steps outside
throwing the ball to Redd
and on the air I smell the dinner
I wish I was eating instead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Joseph Avatar
August 13, 2009 at 7:41 AM
Its always such a luxury to be home in my own house.
Devonshire Avatar
August 12, 2009 at 4:51 PM
Delightful read, Veronica. So much work goes into putting together the type of meal you describe. And then you are left to wonder how many will share, who will be late, and how much they will appreciate your efforts. Love the way you describe smelling the dinner you wish you were "eating instead." Sometimes I nibble as I go along. I know, it's cheating, but I can't help it. Happy Friendship Week, Veronica! Love, Carolyn
Guzzi Avatar
August 12, 2009 at 2:14 PM
I had verses on inner city gang wars too. They did good work. (Your work above is very warm and loving!) Light & Love
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