Oh big pot of spaghetti, do not fret
Though your Ranger Soldier isn’t back yet
Soon you will feed him and bring his lips taste
He’s been eating MRE’s, licking the wrappers as not to waste
Your zest and your flavors, your love and your care
Will renew him on eagle’s wings, he will return to the training field and then you will dare
To go back into the cabinet, wishing you could have done more
Life is exciting with a Soldier to adore!
The day will fly by, be satisfied with your task
You nourished a man who will praise God for the delicious repast
So while you can, Spaghetti, get your rest
Tomorrow’s your big day, you’re truly feeding the best of the best!
love it!! He is going to savor the flavor and his love will not waiver!
Karen, first he will devour your cookies! Thank you so much for your support and kindness!
Writing about a pot of spaghetti was easy! It wrote itself! Bless you!
I will never think of spaghetti in the same way again. That was the most creative way of seeing rest. Love it! That’s one well-loved man.
That just made my day! Thank you Simone!