Wednesday, February 13, 2008


by Marsha Ward

To mark the fact that my cardiologist said my heart is good and please, how about losing another 40 pounds, I'm offering this poem I wrote several years ago about food. It's not really about food; it's actually about something entirely different. It only talks about food a little bit. Or something like that!


by Marsha Ward

In childhood, I learned
I ate by evens;
8 peas in a spoon,
6 Tater Tots, 4 black olives.
Kit-Kats—ready divided—were easy;
A single piece of chicken meat
was a challenge:
I counted bites.

One day in youth,
I sat at table
and “fessed up” to my quirk.
My father’s grin
transformed his face.
“I thought I was
the only one alive
who does that,” he said.


Stephanie Humphreys said...

I love it. Isn't it funny the strange things we inherit from our parents and the strange things our kids inherit from us? :)

Marcia Mickelson said...

That's great. I think we all have something like that we do; that's cute it was the same as your dad's.

Tamra Norton said...

Love it! :) Thanks for making me smile this morning.

Janette Rallison said...

Do you still do that? Can't tell you how much food I eat in front of the computer without even looking at it. Still, I bet it's a great way to eat slowly, which is what you're supposed to do.

Marsha Ward said...

Thanks for visiting, ladies.

Janette, I still do this, but I've been trying to break the tendency to eat even numbers of olives or crackers or nuts. It's very hard, though!