3/29/24 - 7/9/94
Sunday Dinner
For Mom
Pass the parmesan, Uncle Louie
and let's toast with the family chianti!
"Mia familia mangia con gusto
Genovese pasta con pesto"
Papa, may I be excused?
"Hey Franco, chew your food"
Papa, but I have a date!
"If he respects you, he will wait"
Aunt Maria, you're sitting so quiet
"Forgive her, she's on a diet"
Mama can't hear herself think
she just smiles and sips her drink.
Her family is together.
7 comments:
Oh, I love this so much Jo. It brings so much joy and smiles just reading this, frankly, it brings back memories of my family in the Philippines.
This is a wonderful poem. Simple like having a family dinner, yet priceless!
The poem gives a homey kind of feeling. I could picture the entire scene. Excellent!
Thanks for dropping me an Entrecard.
Tasha
Hi Jo,
I really enjoyed this little slice of life: the mother's perspective is a healthy one! Others might get caught up in the details, but she just sits back and enjoys "family" :)
Oh this is one true poem, so cute, and so realistic. Your writing here is amazing, your poems are very enjoyable to read [all of them]. And lastly thank you for your visit to my blog. Anna :)
Betchai - I'm so glad it brings happy memories to you.
Zorlone - Thanks so much for being so loyal.
tashabud - you are welcome and thank you.
lynne - thanks, and she always did.
Anna - Thank you.
How did I miss this poem, Jo? It is truly wonderful.
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