Comfort Food

Outside heavy rain pounds
the driveway’s vast puddles
batters the windows in a
deafening uproar, darkens
the living room till I switch
on the cluster of lights.

Lunch must be eaten at home
today, something warm, tasty
cheerful, from the cupboard.

Piping hot baked beans on two
thick slabs of warm crusty
toast lubricated by melting
margerine spreading out
around its crusty base.

Aaaah. Comfort food.

Previously posted June 2017.

Comfort Food