Setting the table (first edit )

[Tiger the Lion]

Setting the table

The microwave oven came to our house for Christmas the same year as the Big Bang.
And we reheated gravy like it was nobody's business whether we said Grace first, or not.
We watched it bubbling over.
And we bubbled over ourselves, a little,
Toasting to a pastel future,
Toasting to now, finally arrived and with wine.

We had a three year affair with three minute popcorn,
And whatever our lot was,
The plot was for the house to smell of theatre,
And that was good enough for us.

My mother served trifle in a champagne glass,
That any sweet-tooth would bite through to taste.
But her coffee was total shit;
A shame because some of us looked forward to it,
More than the gravy even.

She always kept the gravy hot,
But sometimes there was more to the meat than we could gloss over,
With chewed fat and drippings.

This year we made hot dogs in the microwave,
So the place doesn't smell of the same home-cooked play as last year.
It's so much easier for things to get harder now.
We're more prepared for big bangs,
When you press the wrong button,
Or keep something in too long.

I agree with some or one that mentioned the line lengths, but aside from that... I adored this. So many moments that snapped me back. Your use of words are playful and imaginative. I would not touch this piece myself, well other than tightening the overall line lengths, but that for me would only be aesthetic. Such a wonderful read. Thank you for posting it. I will be back to read it again as it makes me smile and chuckle a little. I even appreciate the slight sense of foreboding in your closing lines. It made me appreciate the good old times. Sorry I could not be more constructive.

Thank you for the kind words, tmanzano. I am so pleased you enjoyed it. - Paul