Although I know I have fattened you
with too many treats
and way too much love...
it is what I do best
I can not look into the eyes of anyone
Or anything,
that appears hungry
for the food of friendship
and the welcoming warmth
of belonging...
Long after your appetite is satisfied,
I, too, will be satisfied
knowing you trusted in me enough
To stay and share, for a minute, a meal
Reciprocating with just a half wink,
that I will accept as your thank you...
Glad that we are fully fed
On our calm and common companionship,
Tomorrow, I will offer up yet another plate
of kindness, for that,
which you
bring me
Food is to be shared and love is to be endowed, we receive always more than the worth of the gesture. Fine thoughts in this piece.
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The most delicious meal that any day can provide is one that is not eaten alone... touché to sharing love and friendship... and good table manners!