Genuine

• 03/24/2006
• One-minute read

Is my mind’s t.v. on the right channel?
A fuzzy signal to my brain through a funnel.

It’s my heart thats full of all you’ve said.
You’re happy for the roof over your head.

At the table tonight we’ll share a meal.
Your spirit sounds hurt, your face is real.

Pancakes are what you hope to eat.
‘Not tonight’, I say, but you’re in for a treat.

There’s oranges on the table and we snack and munch.
I talk of my day and what I had for lunch.

With a thankful heart and a humble smile, you say.
“This supper tonight will be all I eat today”