Saturday night

[vaneramos]

Feeling kindly he got up
and went to the kitchen
to do the dishes despite
my half-hearted protest.

Not on a Saturday night,
I said sit down, relax.
He said, I'd do them for
anyone else, besides

My hands are cold. After
cleaning up he was on
a roll, lifted down the big
mixing bowl and started

To make my favourite
winter snack: pumpkin
bread with cinnamon
nutmeg cloves four eggs.

Poured orange batter into
three loaf pans, pushed
them side by side in the
oven and set the timer

For an hour. Now, he said
rinsing bowl and spoon
in the sink. While they're
baking let's have a game of

Solitaire.

Comments

[dakoopst.livejournal.com]

See, I like this a lot. I love it when poetry tells a story.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This one was fun to write, too. :-)