This week’s poem, called Dining Out, is by Trish Rissen
A family went out for the evening,
they thought it would be a nice treat.
No one wanted to do the cooking but they all needed something to eat.
In silence they studied the menu
each one choosing their special delight.
The waitress took their order
and they settled back to enjoy the night.
Out came their own favourite gadgets,
each had an ipad or phone.
As they patiently waited for their food
each was in a world of their own.
Mum was catching up with ‘Strictly’
she loved the way the dancers twirled.
The colours and the sequins
sparkling each time they swirled.
Dad was engrossed in the rugby
watching every tackle and fall.
Groaning in exasperation
whenever his team lost the ball.
Their daughter studied her smart phone
looking extremely vexed
Her boyfriend had just dumped her
and he’d chosen to do so by text.
Johnny was shooting at Zombies
it was his favourite game.
His mother suggested something quieter
but the alternative was terribly tame.
Granny sat back and watched them
She hadn’t been out of doors all week.
It was lovely being here with the family,
if only one of them would speak.
The waitress walked to the table the family all licked their lips.
With a sigh they put away their ‘toys’
and silently ate their chips.