Goodies
 
My daughter is radiant at noon,
Sunday morning shop girl
cradling an armful of groceries
use-by-today from the village store
 
custard doughnuts, chocolate croissants,
Coop deluxe pizza, and perched on top
a packet of tender-stem broccoli for me.
 
My father came home from the City
with fresh walnuts in his briefcase,
bags of dusky pistachios from Greece,
Gruyère cheese from La Suisse.

Every evening the kitchen was filled
with his bounty and tyranny.

Hélène Demetriades

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Hélène Demetriades   would be pleased to hear them.