Joyeuses P‚ques

I don't cook lamb like that,
yes you do Tantie
no I don't
you taught me how to cook lamb Tantie
did I? I forget.
Do you like the currants?
I thought they added crunch,
Yes dear but the tide is on the spring
and I do like the garlic
and the sauce,
what is the sauce?
It is oignon sauce Tantie.

Will you have more Tantie,
no, I have bigorneaux for dinner
and butter bread.
I'm full too Tantie
glad you could come,
well where would I be?
the Priest was drunk
or he had a head cold
I can't remember,
did you know
I am ninety this year
I've out lived the lot
Yes Tantie, you're a miracle

joyeuses P‚ques




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-27 at 19:52

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very sweet. My wife and I had a similarly nice Easter dinner, only we were the elderly guests, and there were mussels, instead of bigorneaux.
2016-03-29


shells
Just loved it, loved the runaway nature of it and the slight chastisement, if there's such a word.
2016-03-28


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i ran out of superlatives with your poems a long time ago. this is so, so good.

bookmarked of course.
2016-03-28