Last month, I received so many lovely comments about my father’s poem, “Buttercups and Roses,” I decided to round out Poetry Month with a few more.

I love these companion Sunday poems:

       Sunday Dinner

       Chicken on the stove.
       Greens in the pot.
       Biscuits in the oven
       — pipin’ hot.
       Wild buttered rice.
       Gold-yellow yams.
       Sweet corn on the cob.
       There’s honey and jam.

       It’s Sunday
       and Daddy’s home.

               by Norris E. Micheaux, Jr. (Copyright © 1991)

 

       After Sunday Dinner

       Playin’ poker.
       Drinkin’ mountain dew.
       Talkin’ and laughin’
       and swearin’ too.
       Just a bunch of friends
       with nothin’ to do
       on a Sunday afternoon
       after dinner is through.

       Mama!
       Preacher’s comin’!

               by Norris E. Micheaux, Jr. (Copyright © 1991)

 

And here’s a bit of Dad’s wisdom:

       Time

       Being that so much can happen
       in a minute.
       We should be more particular about
       what goes in it.

               by Norris E. Micheaux, Jr. (Copyright © 1999)

 

Have a wonderful day, my friends.