Photo by João Pedro Freitas on Unsplash
Coming home as afternoon time is here!
The cabinets are empty as I feared.
After search high then low.
I am finding nothing there to see.
Disappointment is on my mind, but nothing new, you see.
As it is something, I know all to well.
I slide into the chair by the table with a frown.
Only to look down at the table top, there do I find.
A strip of gold made into a paper crown encircling a jar.
A lid of white with a note from mother attached.
She wrote, I know it isn't much but it's best, I can do and of it's all for you.
Fast food cracker were there and a knife layed next to the stack.
So tonight I will eat well and all will be swell.
Comments (2)
Yum!
So sweet that you got the snack you wanted. I was also lured into reading this poem by that picture. Haha. Good poem!