Daddy rolled his eyes when he
saw his little girl piling clouds
like potatoes on his plate. Higher
and higher the towers went until
they touched Heaven's ceiling; the
tops spread out in anviled beauty
in the last light of sunset. She had
always had a flair for the dramatic
--- she got that from her mother,
as well as her purple velvet eyes.
She hummed as she worked, a
study in concentration; she wanted
it to be perfect, since she ruined
Father's Day --- she still felt bad
about getting the car stuck in four
tornado holes. She'd already
made pea soup and the meatloaf
was just about done. Clouds would
be a wonderful side dish. There!
Finished! She turned around, and
there he was, tears running down
his face. She never loved him more
than she did at that moment --- she
gave him a hug that lasted forever
and then said, "I'm starving, let's eat!"
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (6/20)
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Reviews of "The Ogress Chronicles: Dinner Is Served"
Don't beat your little head against the wall and waste time, Daddy is sitting there waiting with a empty plate in front of him, so, keep busy and go eat!
A culinary kind of poetry I may say.
An ogre-ish daddy-daughter date. Love it! And it sounds very yummy too.
side note: that tornado thing really happened. It was me-- I always got stuck whenever I drove my daddy's truck. He was pretty careful when he let me drive. So once, I took him his lunch on a whim, but got all 4 wheels stuck in 4 different badger holes. We'd jack up one side, put big boulders under the tire and then move on to the next tire. And then--even then, we had to unhitch the tractor from the harrower to pull the puppy out... a wasted 3 hour lunch! Cryssa's tales are fun-- but they're usually at my expense... but I love her anyways... --Char-girl
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A culinary kind of poetry I may say.
Georg
Cryssa :~)
Unique write read like a narrative to a certain degree, regardless I enjoyed it.
Take care,
~Gwendolyn
God Bless
Michelle~
Enjoyed much
Love & peace
William
Love, Christine
Be always safe,
Karen
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
side note: that tornado thing really happened. It was me-- I always got stuck whenever I drove my daddy's truck. He was pretty careful when he let me drive. So once, I took him his lunch on a whim, but got all 4 wheels stuck in 4 different badger holes. We'd jack up one side, put big boulders under the tire and then move on to the next tire. And then--even then, we had to unhitch the tractor from the harrower to pull the puppy out... a wasted 3 hour lunch! Cryssa's tales are fun-- but they're usually at my expense... but I love her anyways... --Char-girl
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
make it seem so effortless. - gene.