Early in the morning into the fridge I take a look,
With six mouths to feed wonder what to cook.
Food bought from the mall is stacked up high,
Chicken, prawn and lamb expectantly they lie.
Leafy green vegetables in comfort with beans,
Carrots and cauliflower make a colorful scene.
For three hours at least I slice, sauté or steam,
Dishes set on the table, an apprentice’s dream.
Mum loves the taste of the food a few days old,
Children want their food spicy hot, never cold.
Their pa wants squelchy fingers of curry and rice,
My doctor says I need be a vegetarian all my life.
Lunch or dinner, at the table or in front of the TV,
The meals are shared amidst laughter and foolery.
But at the end of the day before sleep takes over,
I worry and fret, my mind’s a blank meal planner.
It is much easier to get poems down with a click,
When ideas flow from thoughts sudden and quick.
21 Feb 2010