PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2013

Riding home from the city with a pocket full of salary

To Karen's almond cookies worthy of their calories

Which she'll insist to share with me

She's sprinkled love unsparingly

This matron in her apron serving culinary creations

With sugar, flour, countless hours and extroardinary patience

While I watch her stir and grind

She'll seize the moment to remind

Me of our earliest encounters

She'd seat me neatly on her counter

I was none to precise in applying the icing

Yet a little perfection was worth sacrificing

For she had devised this sly diversion

And with cake at stake I required no coercion

But what did I know as we kneaded the dough

Or would sit transfixed by the oven's glow

That these intercations would echo with time

And each treat you would serve would serve to remind

Of your fondness for me as we'd sit and indulge

As sticky lips kissed and bellies bulged

Now I'm slumped in my seat oberving each street

As town houses pass in a blur of concrete

So seldom I'm welcome or expected for dinner

With a place at the table as the gumbo simmers

The promise of homemade apple sauce

While she keeps by the phone in case I get lost