Roasting Kin

AuburnScribbler

A decision, that is twelve years old,

makes it’s break; thus, we return so bold

to a happier scene, where Ma will chop,

those greens, to put them all in a pot.

 

Where they will simmer, the steam will rise,

a mist; to us, that will never lie,

tend to the meat, kind father mine,

and I’ll be careful, in decanting wine.

 

Dear Charles, please help set the table,

so that you can add, to our joyous fable,

in tasting, Dan and Noah, we’ll trust,

to the little man; some bread, but, no crust.

 

We then mix the sauce, it will not swim,

it will be rich and thick, thus not trim,

for this is our reunion, our bated treat,

to bring division to its end, complete.

 

The chatter dies, replaced by chomping,

where “umms”, become our corresponding,

adorned with metallic percussive beats,

that thankfully glide, over the plates.

 

Resplendently empty, the china is now,

it’s time to clean up, and retire to couch,

to smile, and to come up with this saying,

how lucky we are to be “roasting kin!”  

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2022 11:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: At last, a poem that's not "preachy!" From reading the title, don't worry, I'm not comedically judging my family, but just enjoying a Great British custom, the Sunday Roast. Because of, "reasons", our family (my parents), have been separated for twelve years, so last Sunday was both an interesting, but good day. My sister Charles, her partner Dan and his son Noah, tucked into both the preparation, and of course the eating of the meal, which went down a treat. Afterwards we had some little cakes, that resemble the macarons, depicted in the banner picture, thus I thought it apt, to include it. I hope that you enjoy the poem, that you have good foodie times with your folks, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments5

  • Bella Shepard

    What a lovely poem! Especially after these years of COVID it is heartwarming to read such a wonderful tribute to family preparation and eating of a meal. And afterwards just to rest in the company of those we love.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Bella, and for your very kind, heart-warming comment, it's very much appreciated.

      Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

    • orchidee

      Good write AS.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read orchidee, and I hope that all is well!

      • spilleronsheet

        A beautiful family reunion
        Truly enjoyed dear Auburn scribbler
        Indeed it’s been long in covid days that family members once again met and dined

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read spilleronsheet, and I'm glad that you enjoyed this reuniting poem.

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

        • Rozina

          I really enjoy the English Sunday roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. A great tradition and so nice to be reminded of it by reading your lovely poem.

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read Rozina, and I'm glad that you enjoy this Great British custom from across the pond, I hope that you are able to tuck in to one where you are sometimes.

            Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

          • Goldfinch60

            That Sunday roast has always been a tradition in my house and it will never change.

            Andy

            • AuburnScribbler

              Thanks for the read Andy, and yes, long live the Sunday roast!

              I hope that all is well!



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