Not the one he Made!! |
I came back home from a long tiring day,
To a waft of baked scones and chocolaty cake,
I smiled as I entered the house in a haste,
The living room abandoned, the kitchen a waste...
Mr. Husband took upon himself to cook me some sweets,
His nose powdered with flour, his hands dipped in cheese,
I wondered what the cheese was for,
Before I took to cleaning the floor!
He lovingly banished me from the kitchen,
And later that night we had cake for dinner,
Too long forgotten in the overheated oven,
With cheesy icing and a bit hardened,
Lovingly made by Mr. Husband for me,
I forgot all follies in a hurry to eat!
homemade is always lovingly made...delicious lines :)
ReplyDeletesounds perfect, home loving simply wonderful.
ReplyDeleteit was perfect Alan!
DeleteI don't know who is luckier ... Mr. Husband or you? What a life ... What a poem!
ReplyDeleteSweet helen.. thank you!
DeleteYou are such a lucky lady, cheers to such homecomings, and tasty serving of poetry, have a nice Wednesday, thanks for stopping by my blog
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
thank you Gillena!
Deleteaw. how cool that he made it for you....smiles...
ReplyDeleteand dessert sounds delicious....
well lovingly delicious id say Brian!! :)
DeleteCould Mr. Husband send the recipe to my husband--the cook!?
ReplyDeletewell Victoria.. i think ill ask Mr. Husband if he would care to learn a bit more cooking from your Husband!! ;)
DeleteHow sweet.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by.
my pleasure Gail!
DeleteAh, husbands. They do mean well. Once when my husband was beginning to learn to cook, he surprised me with dinner. I'd had an awful day and was starved. Yet, we wound up eating after 10:00 pm. And yes, the kitchen was a mess. But - gotta love him.
ReplyDeleteyeah well... same here... the kitchens usually seems bombarded after he cooks!! :) but how sweet is that Myrna!!
DeleteI enjoyed the sweetness behind the words, your husband's for wanting to make that cake and your eagerness to eat it despite its shortcomings.
ReplyDeletethank you Gabriella!!
DeleteWhat a treat...to come home to homemade treats! I bet those scones and chocolate cake were much more delicious than if you had made them yourself.
ReplyDeletefor sure Mary!! a weary day, hungry stomach and love can do magic!!
DeleteActually, this sounds very good to me! I don't have a husband, boyfriend, or magical kitchen spirit to make treats for me. I like to try new recipes and give them to my son to sample. Some are hits, some are misses. I'm no Julia Child, to be sure.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld, and for your kind comment on my memorial poem for my father.
it was beautiful Cara... loved it!
Deleteif someone special makes something special for you
ReplyDeleteit feels like heaven, nicely done!
thank you PT!
DeleteSpecial treat for the special lady!
ReplyDeleteyes Vandana... i can only flatter myself i guess!
Deleteyes Vandana... i can only flatter myself i guess!
DeleteHa...a husband who makes cakes is an asset:)
ReplyDeletetrue that rallentanda!! :)
Deleteha, this is so cute. love the bit about the flour and cleaning the floor. mmm...cheesy cakes, thanks for making my belly growl!!
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
warningthestars.blogspot.com
Thank you for visiting stacy... i hope you get your peice of cake soon :)
DeleteHa, ha! Sounds a bit like my efforts in the kitchen. But it's also a case of "from your hands my love, all tastes like ambrosia, even if it's poison..."
ReplyDeleteTrue nicholas
Delete... although m sure you can do better cooking than my husband ... ;)