The Empty Fridge

• Sonja Howard, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Devoid of flavour, just darkness and cold.
No longer the taste that once it did hold.
Abandoned, forgotten, with no hope of remorse.
No chance of a meal, not one final course.
With no one attentive, alone it shall lie.
Just an empty fridge, with no food left to try.
When a cheeky young face peers through the door,
No light shall greet it, just cold to the core.
Until it is filled this fridge may not share,
No shopping no shopped, no love and no care.
So next time you bite, take a slurp or crunch.
Look to your fridge, and thank it for lunch.