You often stand alone A small bluff rising from sterile marble counters And uninspired kitchen tables A colorful oasis in a desert of endless white
By Ryan Burkey9 months ago in Poets
Is there any sight Which thrills the eyes More than that Of a dainty pink bakery box? Children and adults alike Young and old all delight
On dreary, rainy days When I’m down with the flu Nothing appeals to the tongue or heart Except a cup of chicken soup And a handful of you
From your fount spring gushing flows In the early morning sun dews And the cool setting of dusk Even in the heat of high noon
Plucky little pie bird You brave the scorch of the oven And send away, forthwith, the angry steam from within your crust
You count the seconds I try to count your grains Impossible You are infinite Except you aren’t really You will eventually run out
Every time I visit I look forward to our meeting Eagerly anticipating The treats grandma has awaiting For me and my siblings
Little round lens Who enlarges and elongates fine print Who reveals hidden scripts and hints And enhances the sight of the beholder
Tiny chrome hatch That holds back mighty waters You create a reservoir that’s used for recreation of the young And relaxation of the old
With regal gold plating, (or is it brass?), you greet the postman Darling of the doorstep Each day you welcome the mail From coupons and catalogs,
There you sit In quiet elegance In the most prominent of places, The center of the table And conversation Matriarch of the teacups
Don’t go Don’t get out of bed The day can wait Work can wait Stay with me Next to me Keep me warm All snug and cozy Kiss me