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Sometimes I’ve become so accustomed
To the everyday-ness of it
That I forget to notice
How sweet it is
Sometimes its shapes and colors
Placed on platters, in bowls
Are more like simple habit
Than a miracle
But sometimes its invitation
Slips soft, *like a love song or rhyme
To begin dusk’s celebration,
‘It’s supper-time’
…and I don’t want to grow accustomed
To the everyday-ness of it
Lest I forget to notice
How sweet it is
© Janet Martin
Tonight, suddenly it hit me what a gift it is to be able to sit down every evening with those we love to eat supper...
* I tried letting the invitation 'slip soft like a love song' but I didn't get any response until I cranked up the volume to a rockin' ..."S-U-U-P-P-E-E-R!!
:)) Yum...heard that lunch yesterday was yummy too!
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