29/04/2011

  • At The Table

    At The Table

    She carefully asked how I live in solitude

    With a smile I said
    I cook
    I feed
    I watch
    the pleasure others take in the taste of my love

    Desires to please
    dreams to nurture
    hopes are fulfilled at the table

    In the kitchen, over food enjoyed
    my solitude finds solace
    in the delight of others

    45. A poem about cooking.  ( 3pts)

    136 + 3 = 139 of 150 points