Poet’s Corner

Perfection – the Last Act of Rebellion



She knew it was an act of rebellion,


she finished setting the table

and stepped back to take a look;

the linens, china, silver, crystal

and even the flowers

were all perfect,

exactly as she had envisioned it;

though she knew that she was all but

alone in her appreciation

for what lay in front of her.

The calls had begun almost instantaneous and

had been constant and consistent,

do not fuss she had been told

paper plates are so much easier,

and paper towels are fine

there is no need for glassware

or even silverware

paper and plastic will suffice

they declared

in a unanimous voice.


they are all correct,

she thought,

as she walked around the table,

taking note of her handy work,

which would not be well received;

but then the whimsy of the centerpiece

suddenly caught her eye and

brought a smile to her face.

No she thought,

it is perfect,

just as it is,

regardless of what they will think;

the rebel homemaker

had struck again!

Dinner would be in courses,

the background music

would be soft and unobtrusive

coffee and desert

would be come at the end of the meal

and then everyone would leave the table

having dined

not just eaten.


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