Home Maid

No bread was harmed during the tasting...

Home Maid

 

Whether from a Sunday roast

Or jar of marmalade

 

The smells that she referred to

Could only mean home made

 

Then smiling she looked at him and said

I want to be your daily bread

 

Thickly sliced and buttered

Made just for you

 

My love

I want to be a home maid too

Author's Note

crumbs.. tis but a work in progress...

Reviews

[Lorry]

It is strange how many deja vu moments I find in reading others work, and today is no different. A group of us are getting together for a sunday roast today, which I havent had in an age. Despite my mouth watering at the thought, I am left wondering as to why it is today of all days, when tonight another group of us are going to the next town over for a night out and a l

[Lorry]

...continued (sorry about that. Phone glitched again.

...and a long awaited pizza. Two
dreams coming true on the one day, tis a xmas miracle.
Still...i'd rather have a maid :)

[Neville]

tis strange indeed.. blessed be.. enjoy both :)

[andrew mitchell]

I enjoy a beef roast the best but when its cooked for you it doesn't matter what it is lol. Plus the fact she sounds keen as mustard! Nice writing Neville.

[Neville]

I know what ya mean, pilchards dont go with yorkie puds and roasties do they.. and yes, she was... cheers sir, N

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing like a Sunday roast, it still has to be my favourite meal. You brought some lovely aromas into your poem and took me on a nostalgia trip. "I want to be your daily bread", how loving is that? An uplifting read Neville, much appreciated.

Chris

[Neville]

uplifting, crumbs.. must be nimble... thank you for checking in my loaferly friend.. always appreciated.. hope ya know that.. N

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Marmalade, how sentimental. Makes me think of my mother who loved it. Nice write.

[Neville]

Me and mine too.. bless ya Tamara... N

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

And bless you too. :-)

[Neville]

then we are indeed, both blessed ma'am :)

[angel]

Lovely, Neville! I have a pork roast in the oven as we speak, with sage and apple stuffing rolled inside, and tiny potatoes being added shortly.
Sunday roast is the order of business here, and I am the home 'maid' who does the cooking and then cleans up the mess left behind, while my husband and father in law watch TV...*sigh* It's a maid's life.
I wish I were a thick piece of buttered bread. That reminds me--time to start the biscuits!

[Neville]

sounds just my cuppa tea angel, wot's ya gravy like..cheers

[angel]

Intoxicating, I've been told. Smooth as silk, and no unwanted lumps! My gravy is the best; clamored for at every church supper!

[Neville]

Groovy sounds souper... Not the last souper tho I hope.. ya dont want any more law suits, do ya...

[Bridget McJane]

I love how you used food and old-fashioned words. The way this was written was simple yet sweet to get the point across. About a home where your one love will always be.

[Neville]

How kind of you to stop by and check these words out for me Bridget, much appreciated.. Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

Hell, I am a "home maid" and have been since the day I said, "I do" LOL Some biblical references in this one I think....or am I imagining them? I would love a Sunday roast right about now....my mom always made one on Sundays. Nice memory for me. A very unique write, Neville...but then so many of yours are. Lydi**

[Neville]

thank you so much my dear friend... I've had too many roast these last few days... but they are lovely aren't they.. back to bread and water soon methinks... :)