(Poem 156 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
This sweet baby
wanted the endless
skewer platter
parade of chuleta,
costela, and alcatra,
filet mignon, and
especially the cordeiro
at Estancia Churrascaria
for his birthday.
He has little use for
the polenta, and will not
touch the fried bananas,
but fights me for the
hottest pao de queijo
on the table.
Yesterday, he was everyone’s answer.
Today, he’s back to being only mine.
So, I was pleased to
celebrate the marking
of the occasion with flaming
Crème Brule Cheesecake
in honor of turning 43.
@Home Studio – 156th poem of the year
rebekahjmarshall 