749 Such lucky sons 2-26-17

“Such a cook your Mother is!”
gushed Adam to his sons.
“You should be so lucky
to find so good,
(once we figure out
where to look!)”

Eve stood at her end of her table,
blushing behind her vail,
her arms folded in a proud, proprietary pose.
Then, she frowned at her growing brood.

“Abel,” she nudged,
“You should eat the fruits and vegetables
your brother brings to Sabbath supper.
You need the vitamins!
Cain, thank your brother for the lamb
and for heavens sake,
use your sleeve to wipe its blood
off your beard and hands!

The three of you eat
like a horde of barbarians!”

What!

Her men,
startled again,
looked up at her.
How did she know
such words?
How had she learned
such words?
Such knowledge she had!
Always,
only from her,
came such words.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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