Brunch at Our House

The griddle heats and batter is thrown together
Onto the steaming surface, pancakes are born
Waffles sizzle and come out
Edges perfectly crisp, with squares for syrup
In place
Company comes, talking and laughing
Stomping cold feet on the mat outside
Shoes and coats come off
Into the home, and orange juice
For everyone
More laughter, talking
And the dog is happy
Where there is food
The piano is dusted
Keys are played again
And today music fills the house
They are not serious
Yet Fiddler on the Roof never sounded
So good
Bananagrams in the living room
The food is still hot
Words are made
And guesses are wrong
People depart
Thank you's and coats back on
Hugs goodbye and promises
Of course we will
Do this again.