We sit together for this weekend routine
A chance each on Sat and Sun
When she'd make those steaming cups
Of ginger tea or filter coffee
After an infrequent siesta on some days
Or traffic-troubled outings on most others
These are such welcome times
We quite look forward to them
There may be some short-eats
To complement the hot beverages:
Crumbling cookies or spicy savouries
Crackers or other crunchy-munchies
We sit under our big sapota* tree
On our cool terracotta steps, so free
To chat and catch some fresh breeze
Sights-n-sounds of the eve's birdies
We share some faraway relative's woes
Or my imaginary workplace wows!
There's always laughter and innuendo
And silly wisecracks to go
I don't know if it's actually me or her
Or the drink or each day's weather
That makes us chat, laugh so much
Each time we sit down for meets such
But we surely enjoy these times
When the week's gathered grimes
Just quietly vanish or wash away
Giving us cheer to face a new week's day.
- - -
*or Sapodilla (manilkara zapota) tree.
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I dedicate this poem to my wife, the lady in these lines.
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