Friend Or Foe

The man I married, so handsome and young A drop of sweet sorbet on a parched tongue I cooked his family traditional dessert one night “Best I ever ate”, he said with so much delight Words of praise, so generously he sung His parents were to visit for lunch on Sunday I decided to cook the same dessert that day “Try something simpler, daughter”, his mother said “Recipes like these, not for a girl newlywed” Humiliated,sent kicks under the table his way. Bigger thing is, friends, I will never know if my eyes ever resembled that of a doe if my skin was soft and smooth as satin if my voice was musical like that of a robin I wonder,did I marry a sweet friend or a foe Written 06/15/2016