DLTK's Holiday Activities
The Perfect Dinner
Contributed by Leanne Guenther
by Edgar A. Guest
I read this one day when I was stressing about my dining room not
being 'elegant'. It made me chuckle and get all tear-y eyed. I
think it's a lovely poem for any mom or dad dealing with wonderfully
imperfect young children as dinner companions.
A tablecloth that's slightly soiled
Where greasy little hands have toiled;
The napkins kept in silver
And only ordinary things
From which to eat, a simple fare,
And just the wife and kiddies there,
And while I serve, the clatter
Of little girl and little lad
Who have so very much to say
About the happenings of the day.
Four big round eyes that dance
Forever flashing joys at me,
Two little tongues that race
To tell of troubles and of fun;
The mother with a patient
Who knows that she must wait awhile
Before she'll get a chance
What she's discovered through the day.
She steps aside for
girl and lad
Who have so much to tell their dad.
Our manners may
not be the best;
Perhaps our elbows often rest
Upon the table, and
That very worst of dinner crimes,
That very shameful act
Of speaking ere you've downed your food,
Too frequently, I
fear, is done,
So fast the little voices run.
Yet why should table
Those tongues that have so much to say?
At many a
table I have been
Where wealth and luxury were seen,
And I have
dined in halls of pride
Where all the guests were dignified;
when it comes to pleasure rare
The perfect dinner table's where
stranger's face is ever known:
The dinner hour we spend alone,
little girl and little lad
Run riot telling things to dad.