Comfort Food

Outside heavy rain pounds
the driveway’s vast puddles
batters the windows in a
deafening roar, 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
margarine spreading out
around its crusty base.

Aaaahh  ……  comfort food.

Comfort Food