The table is set
You spent an afternoon
Preparing, chopping, sautéing
Impression so important
Nothing can go to chance.
Worried brow over the dessert
Agitation as the meat is cooking
Everything has to be right.
Tempers flare, frustration
Cleaning not finished
Floors not vacuumed
Cutlery tarnished
Cloths not ironed.
Being anal has its advantages but also disadvantages
You can alienate your help,
You can forget the purpose of your efforts
You can sour the feast.
But rather you stop,
You look at me
Your kitchen slave
You laugh at my ridiculous
Attire,
Apron with red daisies
Stained and splattered
My harrowed look
You take as evidence you, maybe
Pushed too hard.
You stop
You say I’m sorry.
I love you.
This is important.
I say yes I know,
I’m doing all I can.
You say, lets stop,
We are all that matters
So lets be good,
Lets be good to one another,
Enjoy this time.
I say yes let’s,
It will be good
It always is.
Thank you
You’re welcome.
We laugh, we toast our success,
The front door chimes.
Morpethroad 
Lovely poem, tells a whole story and a complete backstory as well in one endearing verse! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen, happy you enjoyed it.
How we can be at logger-heads and battles ensue… but when it boils down to the nitty gritty (even when you are wearing a pinny) there are smiles and the realisation that – what’s the point of antagonising or disputing trivial issues. Well done Groags 🙂
Thank you Jenny. I should never have published that artist statement!!!
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Ha…enjoyable but I never understood stress in a kitchen….that is where the fun begins. 🙂
I would think so but some people I know are super stress monkeys…..and it was never any fun…but in this poem I made the fun begin.
One of my favorite things is cooking with my children and/or friends. We laugh, drink wine and make a huge mess. Sometimes they food turns out good…sometimes not so much. But part of the enjoyment is the cooking and sharing time.
I agree totally. Only way to do it.
Loved this poem. 🙂
yes one of my favourites too.