Lion Afternoon by Jacek Yerka
Joining with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 69
Come join us!
We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. ~Denis Diderot
What we bring to the table is as different as lima beans and
prime rib
But no matter the pot luck meal at hand
It serves a greater purpose
Than filling a belly
There is fellowship
Diversity
And food for the soul
Sometimes dinner time
Is the only time of gathering of a family
But at our dinner growing up
Diversity of fellowship and soul food
Were malnourished like all the starving children
My mother frequently spoke of
Yet there was much more than an elephant in the room
There was a lion under the table
So we did not kick our feet
If we wanted to keep all your limbs
Just ask to pass the potatoes
Do not ask why grandpa is dipping
In his old secret sauce again
Sometimes silence is golden
And others it is the roar
That haunts us for years to come.
