People arrive with delicious treats,
You’d think this is a famous cook off,
But it’s not;
It’s a neighborhood potluck.
Ah here comes Mrs. Smith with goulash
And here comes Jane with berry cobbler
It’s still hot
And delicious with ice cream.
Moms and dads, children and dogs all come,
Ready to indulge
In food, conversation and friendship
They are taught
To treasure each other above all.
*As a matter of fact, my neighborhood has a potluck tomorrow night. This was written with that in mind.