Thu, 10/15/2015 - 21:03 -- ZULA

I decided to make dinner for the first time

To make it special I even added a splash of lime

Everyones excided to see how it tastes

Asking if its ready hopening to haste my pace

Its time to eat

And they start to come

Im hoping they notice my addition of bread crums

I make their plate hoping to add some pizaz

I clear the table and take out the glass

As soon as they come they also leave

Im stuck at the table staring at my feet

There once was a time where we would eat together

And sitting across from me would be my sister or my mother

But now its changed we’ve all split apart

Dad even lives downstairs sleeping in the dark

When I bring up the subject they bring out the tears

And promise to eat with me all through that year

But just as these words come out

A cliff hanger comes out of a characters mouth

Just one more episode and ill be right there

During these  moments I fell as if they just don’t care

All the rules they’ve broken that id abide

“Don’t take that drink outside the kitchen lines”

But as I sit here and I reflect

I eat my food and put my thoughts to rest

Because it dosent matter this is how life is

Have you ever heard the saying

 you cant teach and old dog new tricks

Maybe next time thell cook to a train of rude

Never even get a complement on the food

But I will abide by those rules

Because that’s who I am

I am my gradfathers grandchild

And he was a stubborn old man 

This poem is about: 
My family


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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