A modest suburban living room
greets women young and middle
aged as they gather to shop
in comfort for sturdy plastic
containers sold on the party plan.
After a hard day’s work earning
a living, caring for children, they’ve
farewelled those children, the husbands
and grandparents all babysitting
for the evening. Now they relax on
sofa, armchairs and floor as they
view smartly designed containers
in the latest shape and colours
artistically stacked on coffee
tables, occasional tables. In the
corner china, cutlery, cover
the dining table ready for the
supper set out in the kitchen.
Their interest is held by the sales
woman’s samples and brochures,
recipes and anecdotes; their questions
answered promptly, eloquently.
More foods and dishes are discussed
by working women who work for
most of the day wherever they are.
Finally supper, savouries and cakes,
coffee and tea as they question
the saleswoman, fill in order forms.
A comfortable evening, a meeting
of minds who spend their days
working for others but tonight
nurtured themselves while they
shopped for their families.
lifecameos 
Very warm atmosphere woven into your words. I wanted to comment on the idea of taking time for oneself in a group of people. I guess even for an extrovert it would be a fun experience? If I had a family to raise or look after I would love to live near a wood so I could have a hammock out there and just hang out.
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Thank you so much. The idea of suburbia as poetic is not widely considered, yet for those caught up in it, they have to find what they can, where they can. Thank you for raising this subject.
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I enjoy your work and the reflections that they evoke. Have a great Sunday.
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Thank you very much.
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I have always been a little curious about Tupperware parties and here you have provided a great description in the form of a poem about a kind of social gathering I would probably dare not enter.
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