Late afternoon feelings flood an empty space.
A question bubbles to the anticipating surface.
Patience for fulfillment is getting much thinner.
With persistence you ask, 'What’s for dinner? '
...
Read full text
Chicken, garlic mashers, corn and peas.....OH... I'm sorry...I'm not suupose to answer the question, I'm suppose to comment on the poem....And now I'm hungry
: O) ...Good write tummy....I mean Theresa : O)
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Chicken, garlic mashers, corn and peas.....OH... I'm sorry...I'm not suupose to answer the question, I'm suppose to comment on the poem....And now I'm hungry : O) ...Good write tummy....I mean Theresa : O)