Today I danced while cooking
kind of slow, hesitant at first
like the kids smiles
watching mom-dad
Then I sang a few bars
badly
my angels now smiling broadly
singing along
enjoyed my wine
first time in a long time
Thought about sex
while grilling a steak
sizzling and juicy
thought about love
while tossing a salad
mixed greens and carrots of red
the cooking fed the kids
and warmed my heart
for the first time
in a long time.
Iam building a picture here having read your first three lost of feeling in these words disguised as normality. This is sign posting were you don't actually say whats going on but make it in metaphors. Séamus
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I guess he was stil feeling the affects of the wine when he wrote this piece. I can't imagine him doing it with other than a smile on his face. This writer is comfortable with his work and that makes the reader comfortable too. GW62