#mealtime
The dinner table.
It is called what it is despite the use for all meals
starts out with breakfast
the kids get their backpacks from the chairs and go to school.
The dinner table.
Come lunchtime, sandwiches
prepared on its rough tired surface
waiting for the children to come home and enjoy them.
The dinner table.
Now comes dinner,
A place of comfort and good thing
where every expressed meal takes place in the American home.
The dinner table.
Wooden, ovoid piece of furniture located in the formal dining room
such a work of art in yet such a pleasant, morsel-resting masterpiece
a family heirloom often overlooked for its uses.
The dining room is where the family can relax at the universal dining counter for mealtime.
The kitchen is where the food is made and prepared. But tonight, we have other meal plans.
The dinner table.
Let us rest our heads upon its surface and say a prayer of thanks
let us praise the Lord for the food he has blessed us with.
Now let’s eat! This takeout looks delicious!
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
Milka's mother
dishes up dinner
her father and brothers
sit around the table
Milka sits on the end
deep in thought
after dishing up all meals
the mother sits down
next to Milka
opposite her husband
the father says grace
and they all mutter an Amen
then begin the meal
the father talks
about a cow that's sick
her brothers follow
with talk of the fishes
they nearly caught
but got away
Milka says nothing
but watches her mother
who talks about a new coat
she'd like but was maybe
(gazing at the husband)
too dear
Milka wonders
if her mother
does fancy Benny
and if given a chance
she'd lead him up to bed
and have her
middle-aged way with him
and he just 16 and a bit
Milka muses darkly
mouthing mashed potatoes
after all she always seems
all over him if I'm upstairs
bathing or getting ready
always plying him
with tea and biscuits
and wiggling
(according to Benny)
her backside and pushing out
her middle-aged *******
near him
(if what Benny
says is true)
you're quiet
her mother says
what's got you
in a mood?
they all look at Milka
with forks half way
to their mouths
nothing
Milka says
looking at the tablecloth
a fork stuck in the sausage
not in a mood
just being quiet that's all
she says
you and Benny haven't
had a tiff have you?
her mother says
leaning in towards her
no we haven't
Milka says
wondering why her mother
thinks that why she'd
be interested in her
and Benny
your face says different
her mother says
the others continue to eat
Milka says nothing
but eats on
Benny seems ok
at work
one of her brothers says smiling
must be all right
the other brother says
never seen him
so happy
that's enough
the mother says
no winding Milka up
you know what she's like
if tormented
Milka eats and stares
at her father
to see if he'll say anything
the hens are laying well
he says
more eggs coming along
than ever
that's good
mother says
looking at him
Milka gazes at
her mother's *******
wondering if Benny
was telling the truth
about them being motherly
and how would he know?
she eats her sausage
her eyes darkly aglow.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC