I’m no good at cooking while talking (IP)
By Rhiannonw
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A widow with a nervous disposition,
oppressed with loneliness, depression,
accepting proffered invitation
to come to have some lunch with me.
Hard work to keep up conversation
that would encourage relaxation
from shyness, awkwardness and tension;
– ‘I’ll just have coffee (with hot milk) and toast’.
Alas, division of attention,
in conversation’s concentration –
I burnt the milk – she laughed, ‘Just add it cold’
and then the toast, – she gurgled.
And at my consternation,
the barriers crumbled
as I was humbled:
acceptance when there’s no pretence.
So better to have quietness, and happiness
than fretting to give excellence
for which I have no competence
and know the things I can do best,
not show off, to impress my guest
but making welcome with no fuss,
or bluster, fluster.
Better a dry crust with peace and quiet, than a house full of feasting with strife. Proverbs 17:1
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Made me smile, Rhiannon,
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Hi Rhiannon, I think you're
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Hello Rhiannonw, I love
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I enjoyed this little poem story. I'm having a friend around for lunch today, but she is the one who tried her best to cheer me when Philip died - and took me on long walks and to beautiful gardens, and tried to get me to talk. I don't see her very often any more but I always enjoy her company. We're have salmon and baked acorn squash for lunch.
Jean
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