WHEN THE MINISTER CAME TO DINNER
I recall that my grandma
At least once a year
Would ask the ministerís family
To come for Sunday dinner.
It wasnít just the minister
And his family who ate
But grandmaís children and grandchildren
Who numbered twenty-eight!
Since her driveway was quite long
We children would all wait
And watch from the three season porch
Hoping dinner wouldnít be late.
As soon as we would spot his car
The word went through the air
All the aunts would tell their mates
ďThe ministerís hereódonít swear!Ē
Grandmaís table was quite long
But we were not all able
To join the ministerís family
As they sat at the table.
Once her honored guests were fed
Used plates and silverware
Were carried to the kitchen
And the table reset with care.
Grandma often served chicken
You see, she raised her own
When the dinner was over
All that was left was bone.
As I recall those good times
It seems it was just yesterday
That the minister and his family
Came for dinner on Sunday.
Jan Lutz copyright 2007 used by permission of author