Dining with Delilah

Parental Units

Last night I dined with Delilah and she told me how she felt,

When the weather’s getting warmer and the snow begins to melt,

See she hasn't had a father since the age of two or three,

And she seems to see no further from the way she envies me.

“Look” I said to dear Delilah, “things aren't always as they seem”,

“And besides you've had a mother who’s indulged your every whim”.

But my dear friend doesn't listen for she does not understand,

That for things she takes for granted, I would gladly give my hand.

Sometimes we all wilt and wither for the things we never had,

But most hurtful is the longing for a mama or a dad.

Practice Makes Perfect

Last night I dined with Delilah at this fancy little place,

So much silver, all that crystal and such table cloths of lace!

I remarked to dear Delilah, “My, you've got expensive taste!”

“Highfalutin! Can we leave now? Please Delilah, do make haste!”

Looking unimpressed, she answered, “Too rich for you to behold?”

“Don’t you Christians speak of going where the streets are made of gold?”

 “I have often heard you speak of pearly gates and wealth untold.”

“Is that not how your religion says your Heaven will unfold?”

“Yet you sit here quite bewildered by mere earthly finery.”

“Tell me dearest, just how do you think you'll spend eternity?”


Little Things
Last night I dined with the Delilah and what a lovely treat,

All the dishes heavy-laden with my favorite kinds of meat,

I considered vegetarians thinking what great fun they miss,

As I gently chewed a morsel noticing nothing amiss,

It was then I saw Delilah regarding me intensely,

So I had to ask a reason, but she just smiled immensely,

“See the thing I like about you, is the way you savor life,

A lovely meal and a friend's smile are to you an end of strife!”

I shook hard with peals of laughter then I gently shook my head,

So wise was my dear Delilah, in most everything she said.