At Our Dinner Table
Dinner's ready, served on the table
stands beside a bottle of wine,
the fork and spoon, polished and shine
and late you're usual as capable.
Your favourite pie looking of golden hue,
Potatoes roasted with garnished cottage cheese.
Don't think it all was made with ease,
and your presnece is yet due.
A long stemmed rose to accompany,
the bluish flame, lily aroma candle,
they sit together on the table,
Both, missing you, your charming company.
Hands all of the clock wed at eleven.
Rose looks dull, the aroma's arrived to end,
not a text, nor a message or call! Could you send?
Tomorrow again I shall cook from seven.
-Jk
written long ago.. found it in my old notes..
