I feel a need to write some words
to say the things so rarely heard

I want to share my gratitude…
Tonight I ate delicious food!
I ate my fill and then kept going
All the while the wine was flowing
Rich and red and sweet and smooth
Adding to the ambient mood.

The room was warm, the air was clean
sweet cooking smells engulfed in steam
the heater on the oven too
chilled music played some rhythmic blues
the lights lit up our dining space
we chatted easy face to face

I felt alive and mild content
My body fine, it wasn’t spent
I’d worked my brain all day it seemed,
Yet still I had spare energy
No aches or pains were registered
My *** obeyed my every need

My dad and friends were gathered round
We all could talk , our minds were sound
We all could hear and all could eat
We all wore clothes that looked quite neat
We used our hands and moved with ease
Nobody suffered from disease

I chose my friends I chose my meal
My choices made without conceal
I live with peace, I have no fear
If I need help, it’s always near
I laugh, I cry, I feel, I sleep
My ease of life makes me unique

The world is full of fear and greed
I have all I could ever need
I feel the need to do some more
Help the needy and the poor
Those who live with suffering
Tell me how I can begin..

With tender care the pumpkin’s grown
The farmer’s hands the seeds have sown
The hands then pick the ripened fare
And sold for pennies, fair and square
The hungry shopper buys the food
And totes it home with other goods
It sits and waits with style and form
Its coat the bench top to adorn
The mottled greys and greens disguise
The vibrant orange flesh inside
Until its time has come at last
the mealtime now approaches fast
The skin is stripped with sharpened blade
Revealing straight and angled glade
Of sweating flesh of amber hue
The making of the pumpkin stew
Each cut is marked with strength and thought
Each piece is tossed and stirred with fork
The steam exudes a scented plume
Anticipation fills the room
From sunshine, water, tender care
And recipe for kitchen fare
With steamy smells of sure delight
That honour family appetite
‘Til horrid blast of Thermo-mix
Destroys the ambient sense of peace
The longed for meal of quiet enjoy
Is taken by the kitchen toy
The shattered still of stirring spoon
Casts away the easy mood
Banishing the vital soul
Leaving less in soup-filled bowls