My family has developed an unconventional way of going at a nightly meal
that, upon examination
Might be something other families would want to seriously think about
giving some consideration
As it breaks up all those ingrained preconceptions that we've had beaten
into us from youth
Knocking us from that relied-upon throne of complacency and habit like
a loose baby tooth
Allowing the family to actually eat its dessert first, shaking the very
foundations of life
Upsetting the accepted order, maybe even leading to coffee first, then
the wine, real strife
But upon reflection, not such an unwelcome break from the stale
routine, it could even wake
The other occasional departure from ruts into which we may fall, steering
us from mitakes we might make
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some may only eat dessert.: -) Thanks, Kent