The Dinner Date
I walked through the door, both kids in tow
The smell drifted downstairs, wrapped in a bow.
Dinner was cooking and the dishes were loaded,
And there in the basket, all the laundry was folded.
I climbed each step, kids racing ahead.
Me trying to keep up, my feet like lead.
I reached the last step to find him seating the children
And I kissed his warm cheek so happy he filled in
Besides, dinner tastes so much better when someone else is in charge .
No matter if it's every leftover in the fridge or served on a barge.
It's all done with a thoughtful heart and good intention.
For that I'm grateful and think it merits a mention.