Half A Hot Pizza Windfall Poem by Terence George Craddock

my daughter
heated up
a slim slice pizza

usually
she adds
a little extra

like small pieces
of salami usually
she eats all hungrily

greedily eats it all
but today
a strange windfall

half the pizza
still hot
with glorious

melted garlic
butter was
in kitchen left

on a wooden
bread board
begging eat

me despite
having eaten
I happily

ate
a few
opportunist

offered
slices
in

deep tasty
mouth watering
appreciation


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock