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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Discovery

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!

;-)


Discovery
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.

5 comments:

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!