This week's poem comes to you courtesy of an actual Facebook exchange with a friend this week.
Happy Poetry Friday!
by Karen Edmisten
My friend said she had
"hospital dinner guests" coming over.
I pictured invalids on gurneys
being wheeled up to her dining room table.
This is not what she meant at all.
She, a doctor's wife, meant
that another physician, one who was
planning to move soon
to our area, was coming for dinner while
in town on a house-hunting mission.
Still, I like to picture the gurneys
around my friend's table.
I hear her broad and joyful laugh,
as she chops, stirs, and shares a meal with any,
with all, who would be wheeled.
The Poetry Friday roundup is at Today's Little Ditty.