More Whipped Cream, Please

More Whipped Cream, Please

From Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul

More Whipped Cream, Please

I have a new delightful friend,

I’m almost in awe of her;

When we first met I was impressed,

By her bizarre behavior.

That day I had a date with friends,

We met to have some lunch;

Mae had come along with them,

All in all . . . a pleasant bunch.

When the menus were presented,

We ordered salads, sandwiches and soups;

Except for Mae who circumvented,

And said, “Ice cream, please. Two scoops.”

I was not sure my ears heard right,

And the others were aghast;

Along with heated apple pie,

Mae smiled, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant,

As if people did this all the time;

But when our orders were brought out

I did not enjoy mine.

I could not take my eyes off Mae,

As her pie à la mode went down;

The other ladies showed dismay,

They ate their lunches and they frowned.

Well, the next time I went out to eat,

I called and invited Mae;

My lunch contained white tuna meat,

She ordered a parfait.

I smiled when her dish I viewed,

She asked if she amused me;

I answered, “Yes, you do,

And you also do confuse me.

“How come you order rich desserts

When I feel I must be sensible?”

She laughed and said, with wanton mirth,

“I am tasting all that’s possible.

“I try to eat the food I need,

And do the things I should;

But life’s too short, my friend, indeed,

I hate missing out on something good.

“This year I realized I was old,”

She grinned, “I’ve not been this old before;

So, before I die, I’ve got to try,

Those things for years I have ignored.

“I’ve not smelled all the flowers yet,

And too many books I have not read;

There’s more fudge sundaes to wolf down,

And kites to be flown overhead.

“There’s many malls I have not shopped,

I’ve not laughed at all the jokes;

I’ve missed a lot of Broadway hits,

And potato chips and Cokes.

“I want to wade again in water,

And feel ocean spray upon my face;

Sit in a country church once more,

And thank God for his grace.

“I want peanut butter every day,

Spread on my morning toast;

I want untimed long-distance calls,

To the folks I love the most.

“I’ve not cried at all the movies yet,

Nor walked in the morning rain;

I need to feel wind in my hair,

I want to fall in love again.

“So, if I choose to have dessert,

Instead of having dinner;

If I should die before nightfall,

You’d have to say I died a winner.

“That I missed out on nothing,

That I had my heart’s desire;

That I had that final chocolate mousse,

Before my life expired.”

With that, I called the waitress over,

“I’ve changed my mind, it seems;”

I said, “I want what she is having,

Only add some more whipped cream!”

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

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