Room for Dessert

I'm craving dessert

A fresh-baked
hand-picked
fruit pie
a la mode
preferably.

Pie
would top off this week
would top off the last year

I am tired
But even more than tired
I am weary

Isn't the fruit harvest ready
to be picked
after all the harvesting
after all the

blood

sweat

tears

prayers

celebrations

defeats?

Pie would bring

rest

comfort

JOY


peace.


Where is the fruit
When will it produce
Enough to be plucked
And turned into pie

I'm full of the appetizers
the breadsticks,
soup and salad
And ready for dessert

Where there is always room