Dinners and Suppers and Lunches abound;

 

O, if a respite could only be found!

 

Rarely has so much been scoffed by so few;

 

Endlessly meals seem to form in a queue.

 

Eagerly one seeks reprieve, not repast.

 

(Next week I think I shall go in a fast.)

 

*****

 

Kith and kin visit in unceasing flow.

 

“It’s a big day, Mother, where shall we go?

 

Time to express the affection we feel:

 

Can we all go out and have a nice meal?

 

How’s the Ancora sound, – plenty to eat,

 

In easy reach, and, of course,it’s our treat.”

 

Never say die, though the waistband is tight;

 

Eating with family’s such a delight.

 

(Roll on next Tuesday, I’ll soon be all right