Leftovers

Earlier today I was "listening" to a friend, we were messaging on FB.  What she was feeling is something I've experienced.  Probably most people have at one time or another.  And it brought to mind something I wrote a couple years ago, April of 2011 to be exact.  I decided to share it here on faith that my readers, all 4 of you, can handle it.  :)  I figure it never hurts to shake things up a little.  Afterall, it's after midnight on my first official night of Spring Break!  Woohoo!!!

Leftovers

 

When the meat loaf is over

Dessert is done

Everyone full to the brim,

I’m the peas left on the plate.

Pushed around in the juices

Made to look like they were eaten.

 

But the peas get scraped in the trash

Or if they’re lucky, fed to the dog

A distant memory.

 

When supper is finished

The dishes dried

Appetites sated for the day,

I’m the leftovers in Ziplocs

Thrown in the back of the fridge

So you feel better about not being wasteful.

 

But the leftovers land in the disposal

Or if they’re lucky, tomorrow’s lunch

Inhaled between meetings.

 

Someday I wanna be the main dish

Savored slowly

Filling you up with me.

No leftovers on this plate

Enjoyed and licked clean

Dressed up and presented on fine china.

 

No leftovers gone to waste

The lucky chosen, feeds on me

His last supper.