This morning Mom was late getting up because it is her day off work. I lay on my bed, waiting, while Charlie trotted about whining, less patient than me, and I stared at the fridge freezer in my room. I got to thinking.
That freezer’s full of wondrous things
Like sausages and chicken wings
There are bacon rashers, frozen peas
Even fancy flavoured cheese!
Potato Waffles, a joint of pork
Things that make my belly talk.
There’s stew Mom made and didn’t eat
With lots of lumps of tasty meat.
Dad-made gravy, extra yummy
That should reside in Bellas tummy
All this food so near but far
Temptation when the door’s ajar.
I wished I had at least one thumb
To open it and fill my tum.
But I am patient, it will keep,
Mom was tired, I let her sleep.
I’m a good girl.