Fruit basket full on the dining table,Racket of the mixer grinder and herQuestions from the kitchen—remindersOf the trips to home and back,Lie on the couch and slack, while lovinglyAppeared on the table in front,Juices, snacks, and a magazine, a softPlonk on the other end and a gentleTouch to the feet; such were the pleasures ofSummers... Continue Reading →