The supper you make
You disguise envy as appreciation
But the acidity eats gratitude
Your humor hides your bitterness
But the taste it leaves is foul
Try a new recipe
With ingredients of your own
Not mine, or hers
But gifts from On High
True gratitude’s aroma
Rises up
Calls us to feast
Salty tears add the zest
Sweet sincerity makes the flavor
True joy permeates the dish