Macaroni And Cheese

Macaroni And Cheese

By: George Frederick Nash

I stand at the edge of the field

Taking in the smell of the summer breeze.

In the distance my mother yells from the porch

"It's lunch time. I made your favorite... macaroni and cheese."

I take off and run fast as I can.

Running so hard

As much as my little feet can stand.

I make it to the porch

And jump to the top step.

Embracing the sweet aroma

Of love that is so heart felt.

I run to the table to

Take my seat.

My mother says,

"Stop running or you won't get your favorite treat."

I stop running and walk fast.

I make it to the table and ask for a big glass.

She says,

"What would you like to drink my impatient little son?"

I reply,

"Red kool-aid! That sounds like fun."

With a smile, I begin to feed my face.

Stuffing my little belly, as much as it can take.

As my mom walks toward the table,

I think to myself

I am so pleased.

Not because she is wonderful and beautiful.

But because she made me macaroni and cheese.