Fine Dining

After a week I was a dirty mess
And more than uncomfortable, I must confess
Especially when a woman turned up her nose
From the awful smell that quickly arose

But away from all what could I do?
Without water, soap, or fresh clothes too
For a real meal, I hungered to eat
So I quickly took a dive into a close seat

I held out high the generous menu
While sitting down low and shrinking a bit too
The hot cocoa came. I took a sip from my cup
Trying my hardest not to look up

Still I could feel eyes darting my way
The voices lowered as the heads turned away
If I was brave I would have explained
But in such a fine place I felt simply ashamed

Then I thought of another place so clean and pure
And I'll be there to dine one day too, I am sure
All my smudges and stains will be gone through the love
That is mine for the asking from my Father above

The last stanza was written by my husband... Rick Miller
We were at the blood bank and I failed my iron test- he gave and I wrote. Then while he was restoring his health with juice and cookies- he read what I had so far and helped me finish it. He said the poem had a bit of Twas the Night Before Christmas feel to it.