I raced into the kitchen.
Returning from a morning walk.
To grab the keys to the Volvo.
Pick up Bob from a service appointment for his car.
When I noticed, the table set for two.
A waffle iron poised to go.
Ready to make the crispy cakes.
As soon as he got back.
For we had all kinds of berries.
To pair with them.
Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries.
Not to mention figs and cherries.
Ricotta cheese and jam.
Whom do you know who would do that?
On a Monday morning?
Who would delay breakfast?
Fuss over an elaborate weekday one?
Serve it with panache?
Elegance, loving touch?
Culinary flair, good taste?
Wooing you with waffles?
Young again, you’re courted, chased!
Lynn Benjamin
June 25, 2024
