by Makeda
We went to Nana house
for Catholic Friday fish and fries,
coleslaw, pound cake
scrumptious, icebox lemon pies.
But my favorite day was Tuesday
when those who were able
could hear my Daddy making love
to Mama at the dining table.
He made love creative
like fairy tales and fables to describe
how good Mama’s food was
to those who sat around the table.
Visitors would smile and blush
even Auntie Mable,
when they heard my Daddy making love
to my Mama at the table.
Oh, Daddy was dramatic
mmmm, ohhh, baby, this is good
he moaned and crooned
for breakfast lunch and dinner
and as often as he could.
Mama was blushing red,
like beans and rice, Daddy’s favorite.
“Pass the cornbread honey and the hot sauce,”
then he would kiss her sweetly on her cheek,
not just once but twice.
Many years have gone by since I sat at that table.
Now I don’t believe in fairy tales and fables,
but I would do anything if just one more time
I was able to hear my Daddy making love to
Mama at the table.