Families come and families go continually
But some things are similar it seems
Get-to-gathers important to have
Talk about work and maybe some dreams
Big family dinners back in the day
Pot lucks I remember so well
Grandma in her wraparound apron
Her favorite food you could always tell
For grandma always went out of her way
To ‘reserve’ the part she liked best
And what was that piece of food you ask?
What was grandma’s quest?
“Leave that neck of the chicken for me, ”
She’d holler from across the room
Or sometimes she’d take a single fork
And stab it, and it couldn’t be too soon
We’d smile at the determination she had
For we’d never stand in the way
Of grandma and her neck of the chicken
And we knew it would stay that way
Even though Grandma left us years ago
Another generation has come and gone
When I see a neck of the chicken
It’s on the end of grandma’s fork prong!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neck-of-the-chicken/
