Story: One evening, we came home late
Was cooking dinner in a speedy craze
Me: Help me to set the table, please?
Here comes my sweetheart:
Zdring! ! Zdrang! ! Zdrong! ! !
Shaking the sfrrr sfrrr
frying pan
,
I'm crying out:
'LOVE! '
My dearest child,
with the plates still
in her hand, froze.
My husband's nose came out
from the newspaper wondering
Smiling, I say: 'With love, my dears:
All things that on our table come,
With love and kindness handled are.'
... That evening? Oh, yes indeed, we had one of the most beautiful ever meals.
There is nothing more beautiful than family coming together at the table. Gentle and sweet poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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With love and kindness handle the dinner. This is absolute poem to reflect dinner time. Interesting sharing.10