Gone Missing

Minced pies, and cider

sherry…good food to make sad

hearts grow merrier.

A warm supper with family

was almost always suggested…

In the Good old days, Everyone

rested on Sunday’s. Except us women;

We just cooked primarily…

A sacrament to our families.

Our gift of spicy, tasty food,

for the hungry little bellies.

We really were like the Norman

Rockwell paintings. Ours was no

fairy tale scene. This is… how it was

in 1973. Relatives actually visited,

and exchanged conversation.

Now, its an appropriate ring tone,

and a hello – goodbye, on the mobile visitation.

Everyone’s busy on Google, or watching  T.V….driving alone

or text messaging, on their cell phones. Time to eat!

McDonald’s greasy hamburgers, with stale french fries;

lest I forget, the artificial shakes…Mother’s

home cooking has been replaced by

fast junk food, take -out.

Wow!…How, I long for the good old days,

when food was made with Love, and

talk was free by the days. Seems,

everyone has gone missing from the

Center piece of our homes.

Isn’t it a shame…

The family unit, has traded in each other

for technology in a box.

Written BY: Delores M. Sparks

copyright 2008