A thank-you poem

A pair of co-workers prepared a picnic-basket dinner for my family tonight. It was beyond lovely and beyond delicious. Was it only a dinner? No, it was a love feast. So I penned this poem of thanks for T & M --



A Love Feast

“We appreciate you.”
That’s what the card said.

A picnic-basket dinner:
enchiladas, beer, avocados,

beans, salad, sour cream,
and don’t forget dessert:
brownies with chocolate chips.

“We appreciate you.”
That’s what the card said.

Beneath the card,
Mixed, chopped, and stirred
was a feast of love.

Conceived in care.
Prepared with affection.
Delivered simply.

We ate.
We enjoyed.
And when no one was looking…

I cried.
Remembering…

A decade earlier,
There was another dinner,
For a family with a dying mom.

Conceived in care.
Prepared with affection.
Delivered simply.

When words fail.
Food speaks.
The secret ingredient?
Love.

When words fail.
Food speaks:
Volumes.