Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

The Kindly Meal

The Kindly Meal


His small wooden table
on the screened in porch.
With two wooden chairs
Painted green;
Set opposite each other.
The bowls ready for us
with their warm contents
filling the air of tomato
and pasta.

Calmly, his mother’s
faceless voice calls us
from the swings,
to dine on ravioli.
To them a regular thing;
to me a regal meal.
Lucky him, living
in the same house for years.
The steps warmed
by his ancient cat.
Mother, mine, married poor;
the wretch gave us children tears
and years of moving here
and there; and lunches
from bologna, Olive loaf,
catsup and cheese.

Their shaded porch cool from
the thick covr'ing trees-
we sit, dining like royalty
in the summer between
K and First; lessons of life
already long began
Before friends sharing ravioli.

Listen to this poem:
Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Comments about The Kindly Meal by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

This member does not wish to get comments on his/her poem(s).

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?